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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. then it abruptly stops. Frozen. A Casper the Friendly Ghost NIGHTLIGHT flickers... But
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. the baby bawls. Looks over. Jack isn’t in bed. Still
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. Jack? MARY Is he hungry? FIGURE She turns away. Noticing--
Mary holds up her hands-- okay, sorry.
But when she reaches her bedroom door, she stops.
At the other end of the hall... the stairwell. A pale, dancing, ghostly light. Coming from downstairs. Mary frowns. What the hell? She moves toward the shimmering glow. At the stairs now. Cautious.
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. Oh my God. MARY An old movie on the muted TV.
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...
INT. HOUSE - FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT Coming from upstairs, Mary’s terrible, ragged SCREAMING! Jack LUNGES out of his chair-Mary?! JACK
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-Mary...? JACK
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. His face twists into equal
Jack looks up at the ceiling. 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.
YOUNG DEAN Daddy?!
Snapping to lucidity, Jack carries baby Sam out of the room. Snatches up Dean with his other arm, before the boy enters. No, Dean. gotta go. JACK Don’t look, okay? We
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. Fire illuminating
TIGHTER. Jack. Watching the house burn. his expression, reflecting in his eyes. His jaw sets in pain and FURY--
BLACKOUT. END OF TEASER
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 my house, 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-Hey! JESSICA
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? doesn’t like Halloween? Who
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.
Thwak.6. Judge Carlton’s gonna slaughter me. ha.my crushing loan debt. crowding the tiny center. Let’s see. Dead bulls-eyes. LUIS (dismay at the game) Dude... . Oh yeah-. Jessica sits at a tall. Dammit! LUIS SAM Seriously. JESSICA It’s Thanksgiving. I think it’s crazy. Luis.. Thwak.. round table. LUIS You’re crazy. if I don’t catch up and clerk my ass off. is there any holiday you don’t have a problem with? Why would you work through Thanksgiving? SAM (playful) Hmm. play darts. I mean... SAM It’s not like I have any big plans or anything. Ha. Thwak. And there’s about twenty other students just dying to take my place. tell him he’s crazy. THREE DARTS pierce a DART BOARD.but Sam. Luis throws his darts. Sam THROWS-- Watching Sam and Luis JESSICA . JESSICA Even he takes off Thanksgiving. SAM I don’t see what the big deal is. JESSICA Shitty.
JESSICA (gingerly) You could always. JESSICA Why? What is so terrible about your family? There’s ground here that Sam doesn’t care to tread. So. excruciating. SAM Nothing. Bill Cosby’s a totally harsh guy. Sincere and sweet. I hear that in real life. you work so hard. I get it. and now you’re gonna spend Thanksgiving. SAM Yeah. he turns it into a joke.. even getting you out tonight... . LUIS Must be some serious skeletons in that family closet. SAM (beat) Throw your darts. We were just like the Huxtables. you never talk about ‘em. Luis GROANS. that would be a tiny bit... no.. Only with a lot more shouting and browbeating. See? SAM There you go... I mean. as JESSICA Okay.7. Sam moves close to her. Sam’s turn again. JESSICA It’s just. alone. Puts his arms on her shoulders. no reason to start now. go home. Another three bulls-eyes. usual. wading through bench memos? It makes me kinda sad. LUIS You know.
Jess.S. Sam Sam turns to Jessica.8.. Dude! LUIS You’re like Rain Man! SAM (moving back to Jessica) Really? You sure I’m ready for family consumption? JESSICA You’ll have to watch the spontaneous drooling. JESSICA Well. There is another option.. all in the eyes. Trust me on this. . well. SAM Then I’m in. Meanwhile. come home. and then-He begins to throw. Until-CRAP! LUIS (O.. surprised and pleased. SAM What’s that? JESSICA You could.) Sam and Jessica start laughing. With me. but yeah.. I’m happy. Sam’s turn at the dart board again. The happiest I’ve been since.. all without kissing.. I think so. forever. What do you think? SAM Can we have that awkward “where do I sleep” moment with your Dad? JESSICA Definitely. Jessica takes a beat. SAM Don’t be. of course. just threw yet another triple bulls-eye. Sam and Jessica smile at each other. A deeply romantic moment.
vigilant. Gloomy..Mary Harrison. Then-. Sam backs up. Sam jolts awake. tinkling like a bell.. leading to the kitchen. He finds nothing.HALLWAY . Until his razor-sharp eyes discern-Beneath the SWINGING DOOR. SAM’S APARTMENT . He peers Sure enough. Knives. no. . Sam.MAIN ROOM . Under furniture.. eyes and ears peeled for any coming threats. a battered. A pale. the swinging door CREAKS. Sure enough... the window is broken. He prowls into the main room. Silent. Sam’s expression tightens. tiger. DEAN HARRISON. into the BATHROOM..LATE NIGHT The room’s black. He clearly sleeps with one eye open. he slides out of bed. Sam snatches a BOWIE KNIFE. INT. sleeping. Behind curtains. Guns. Sam opens the case. Sam searches. As silent as he can. He pivots to the hall closet.INSIDE BATHROOM. slow.LATE NIGHT Sam emerges from the bedroom. into the hallway. INT.BEDROOM . SAM’S APARTMENT .a soft SHATTER. DEAN Easy. We get a good look at the man. the MAN from the kitchen dodges. peaceful and dreaming. Clutching the knife.LATE NIGHT We PAN OFF Sam’s bedside table (an OLD FRAMED PHOTO-. as someone (something?) inside attempts to open it quietly-When Sam ATTACKS! And surprisingly. (It may even remind us of the shimmering glow from the teaser). Damn. beside him.. He doesn’t hold it in that Psycho-stabbing. Multiples of each. Just looking for a beer.. cradling infant Sam) to find.9. In the back. just as expertly. amateur way. INT. VINYL-SHELL SUITCASE. 26. beside the kitchen door. POV-. ghostly light flits across the linoleum. Jessica. he grips it tight and low. SAM’S APARTMENT . Wary. INSIDE. Like a professional. Efficiently TWISTING the knife out of Sam’s hand. against the wall.
.? JESSICA Jessica appears on the other side of the room.. With a “Smurf” T-shirt and long.10. hey. SAM The phone. How’s things? How’s law school treating you? SAM You scared the crap outta me. DEAN Well.. I can’t pop in for a visit? (off Sam’s skeptical look) Okay.? DEAN (inappropriately casual) Hey Sammy. We gotta talk. SAM Jess.? DEAN Would you have picked up? SAM (beat) Yeah. Dean casually reaches inside the kitchen. bare legs.. okay. Um.. That’s because you’re out of practice. okay. Sam.. this is Dean. out of sight.. deposits the Bowie knife on the counter. JESSICA Your brother Dean? This . fair point. is. mischievous. sorry to wake you. SAM What are you doing here? DEAN What.. Then he grins. DEAN I love the Smurfs. SAM (beyond shocked) Dean.
SAM No. SAM (after a long beat) Jess. a week. Um. you can say it in front of her.she doesn’t want to pry.. and he hasn’t been home in a week. Black. you are completely out of Sam’s league. Jessica can’t help but blush a little. I wouldn’t dream of it. Sam and Dean walk to Dean’s curb-parked car. JESSICA Alright. JESSICA That’s what I’m always saying. DEAN Dad hasn’t been home in JESSICA SAM So he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. But then she recedes back-. Dean’s regularly like this with women. Oh my God. SAM’S APARTMENT . ground floor BEDROOM WINDOW.11. We’re gonna go talk outside. . dented. Okay. I gotta chat with your boyfriend in private. whatever you wanna say. Oh.. Curious and concerned.LATE NIGHT In Sam’s lighted. a Rottweiler of a muscle car. Jessica peeks out from behind curtains. (then) Just let me put something on-DEAN No. Excuse us. DEAN Dad’s on a hunting trip. He’ll stumble back sooner or later. A 1965 CHEVY IMPALA. Sam rolls his eyes. EXT. Besides. DEAN I gotta tell you.
California. SAM Why didn’t you go with him? DEAN I was working my own trip. SAM So tell me everything.. It’s like Interstate Bermuda Triangle. these drivers. SAM He left the book behind? Dean nods.MAIN QUAD . Chainsaws. from the SANGER HERALD: CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY: 4th DRIVER DISAPPEARANCE DEAN . We can tell-. God knows what else. ornate libraries. dude. yellowed obituaries. Kansas plates. Dark. As the two brothers walk through Stanford’s main quad. just outside Sanger.NIGHT CLOSE ON THE JOURNAL. Atmospheric stone arches. before coming up with a faded LEATHER JOURNAL. Dean pops the trunk. nothing. no cars. DEAN Dad went to check it out last Monday. They just vanish. Empty.a taped newspaper article. . in New Orleans. Dean roots around. STANFORD UNIVERSITY . Anyway. Sam reads from the journal.12. Shotguns. actually.this is a bad sign. only much more so.. The book is jammed with dense writing. This voodoo thing. haven’t heard from him since.like Sam’s suitcase. grim.. and we catch a glimpse inside-. EXT. No bodies. Sam’s both surprised and displeased to see it. SAM Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself? DEAN I am 26..it’s this stretch of two-lane blacktop. few hours from here. We see the FINAL entry-. Crucifixes.
Not for this long. So. SAM Look. What don’t you understand? We have to find him. SAM . he keeps them to himself. He eats this kind of thing with his Wheaties. Dad can handle it. SAM Not emotionally. You have to help. now. whatever’s going on here. You’re his son. California and find Dad. (anyway--) It’s only been a week. Sam’s emotions bubble and roil beneath the surface. What more do you need? We’re supposed to be family here-SAM News to me-DEAN No way you’re bringing that up now.13.. Maybe he’s DEAN You know him. SAM He tossed me out on my ass. SAM What’s your plan? DEAN (taken aback) Our plan is that we shag ass to Sanger.why do you need my help? DEAN He’s your father. DEAN Um.. on radio silence. And you practically locked the door behind me-DEAN I seem to remember a few choice phrases coming out of your mouth that night-But for .
he’s Dad..ghost stories are just stories! He was supposed to say-. DEAN You know. You know what’s out there in the dark. You’re even more of a selfish. . what was he supposed to do? SAM He was supposed to say-. stuck-up. I know things have been rocky lately.don’t be afraid of the dark! DEAN But. When I told him I was scared of the thing in my closet. is set the land speed record for f’d up childhoods! DEAN Don’t be overdramatic-SAM Dean.. hair-gelled punk than I remember. And after everything he’s done for you. but still. a year? That sound like family to you? Dean lays his cards out. SAM Everything he’s done for me?! Yes-DEAN SAM All he’s done for me. what. Am I? SAM DEAN Yeah. You should be friggin’ terrified. I mean. Oh.14.. SAM --and I haven’t heard word one from you guys in.. us.. he gave me a . you should be..45! DEAN Well.
DEAN You can’t pick your family.. I never asked for it. For good. I swore I was done with it. (then) So the only question is: you coming with me or not? OFF Sam.. And begins to throw clothes into a backpack. You’ll see. He’ll be home in a few days. man.. I know. And the family roadtrips-. but I can live my own life. if he’s not dead already. Beat. I never wanted any of it.. Waiting for Sam.I buried it. DEAN He’s in real trouble. And melting the silver into bullets. torn and conflicted-INT. The occult homework. DEAN You know as well as I do.hunting down all those freaky-ass things.15. Dad’ll be okay. SAM No. Sam wills himself to believe-SAM Look.. I can feel it. DEAN Sammy.BEDROOM . stays buried. SAM’S APARTMENT . JESSICA Everything alright? Nothing . When he enters. should I be prepping for a point here anytime soon? SAM The point is. And all our gory dysfunction-.. and I know you can too.NIGHT Jessica sits on the bed. SAM But still.
JESSICA (calling after him) At least tell me where you’re going... SAM I’m okay... FARM HOUSE . Jack. okay? Fridge should be reasonably stocked. The VINYL- JESSICA Your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip. I’ll call you later. Just a little. cabin.. Sam. A solitary beacon of light in a sea . Sam gives a bewildered Jessica a kiss. you sure you’re okay? Lugging both bags. everybody’s okay. JESSICA A few days? Is this about your Dad? Is he alright? From the hall closet. and Jose with him. JESSICA You’re leaving? SAM Just for a few days.16. You know. So.. SHELL. Jess. WEAPON-PACKED SUITCASE. SAM Yeah.LATE NIGHT An isolated farm house. don’t worry. Promise.. Stay here as long as you want. JESSICA Now? It’s three in the morning. family drama.? EXT. listen. he’s up at the. Sam snags a second bag. probably got Jim. We’re gonna bring him back.. SAM Yeah. of darkness.? SAM What? Yeah.
CALIFORNIA. bespectacled. A GIRL. TOYOTA . he wipes the Harry Potter “lightning” birthmark from his forehead.NIGHT We see her face. It’s pitch black. EXT. TOYOTA . . INT. Suddenly. white cotton dress FLUTTERS in the gusting breeze. Surreptitiously. Various cars parked at every angle.MOVING Troy drives home. as she sits in Troy’s car. He glances at it-. Piercing gray eyes.NIGHT The Toyota WHIZZES past a road sign. by the roadside. He waves goodbye to his friends. 18 or 19. CONSTANCE WELD.begins to fiddle with the dial.” Someone is having an illicit. She waits beside a MILE MARKER POST-. climbs into his hand-me-down Toyota. dressed as Harry Potter. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY . melodic voice-like distant wind chimes.NIGHT The girl’s thin. shy. A hushed. his RADIO MUSIC decomposes into STATIC. when-Appearing in the perimeter of his headlights-. Then. Troy accelerates. various costumed HIGH SCHOOL KIDS loitering outside. she approaches. he doesn’t want to look like a geek. TROY Car trouble or something? INT.weird-. Troy stops. EXT. Halloween kegger. he can’t see further than his hi-beams. parents-out-of-town. Beautiful. 18. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY . SUPER: “SANGER. TROY SQUIRE. CONSTANCE Take me home? TROY Where do you live? CONSTANCE 4636 Breckenridge. Opens the passenger door. Rumbles off into the night.a figure.MILE 33.17. trying to make conversation-We TRAIL the girl as CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY.
huh? Scary. INT.. He steps out of the car.18. VANISHED completely. It’s disquieting. Then it’s gone.NIGHT TROY That was good. . EXT. But joke’s over. pathetic. Sweetly She doesn’t respond. TOYOTA . Troy’s startled. With melancholy-- In ONE CONTINUOUS SHOT.CONTINUOUS ... boyfriend’s worried. Troy glimpses-. glancing at the house again-TROY So where do you really live? --and when he turns back. Rotting. Troy turns from her. Still no response.NIGHT TROY (looking off screen) You don’t live here. onto a dirt driveway. As a FAINT HANDPRINT MATERIALIZES onto the glass.FEW MINUTES LATER Troy’s Toyota pulls off the road.. OLD HOUSE . Constance gazes at the house. A decayed husk. But then his rational mind takes over.NIGHT .a corner of Constance’s fluttering dress. Through the front doorway (lacking a door). It’s cold. CONSTANCE I can never go home. she’s GONE. Seemingly from nowhere. Only gazes out her window. okay? Then Troy squints. At first. THE HOUSE. I bet your. Abandoned. uh. TROY You must be freezing. HOLD ON the passenger side window. Troy probes further-TROY So breakdown. EXT. Noticing something. OLD HOUSE .
Closer. head. TOYOTA . Constance isn’t inside this house.NIGHT Troy.NIGHT Troy punches the gas. mute. CUT TO: EXT. Come on. OLD HOUSE . The car tears onto the road. he enters the house. revealing. INT. TROY You want me to leave you? He steps onto the porch. He takes a deep.hello.. No sound but the groaning wood. Troy glances into the mirror. deep breath. frustrated... As we PULL BACK..MOVING . Shakes his He’s being silly. He’s spooked. the whispering wind.. GASPS-- BLACKOUT.. house. ANGLE ON THE REARVIEW MIRROR Finally. it wasn’t her dress. Nobody is.19. TROY . OLD HOUSE .. REVEALING-- CONSTANCE. Steps toward the No response. Eyes widen. billowing CURTAIN. dim shadows. END OF ACT ONE .. He doesn’t notice her. Troy SIGHS. nothing here but jagged. INT. It’s a tattered. TROY I can see you in there. Agitated. Moving closer. Sitting.? Troy can’t help it. Finally. in the darkness of the back seat.NIGHT Troy was mistaken.
treats. He glances up. Enjoying the simple.I-5 FREEWAY . The engine THUNDERS. ACT TWO EXT. IMPALA . CUE MUSIC. black smoke. DEAN Yeah. they’re cassette tapes. Defiantly un-P. And two-(reading labels) Black Sabbath. I-5 FREEWAY . Loud music. visceral pleasures of movement. Wind.and we’re playing it loud. Couple tricks. INT. Sam rides shotgun. The exhaust belches oily. noticing-ON THE DASH. Dean grins. for one.C. What? DEAN (Nothing too SAM I see you made a few modifications. The Impala. fancy. We’re playing Dean’s music-adrenaline pumping METAL-. Motorhead.DAWN Open window.) SAM See you made a few modifications. You gotta update your cassette tape collection. Pouncing down the I-5 like a panther. Several rows of sturdy SWITCHES. they look like Dean installed them. Couple SAM (returning to the box) I swear. man. And you can take your anemic alternative pop and shove it up your ass. as we ROCKET down the Interstate. . DEAN What’s wrong with ‘em? SAM Well. Metallica.DAWN BLUR of RUSHING ASPHALT.MOVING . It’s the Greatest Hits of Mullet Rock.20. Filing through a messy cardboard box of CASSETTE TAPES. Dean turns down the BLASTING music.
S. are you? DEAN Hey. INT. (clicks it shut) (MORE) .A. IMPALA . Past red-brick storefronts (many of them closed. Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong. okay? DEAN (turns music WAY UP) What? Music’s too loud. Four different faces stare out from oblivion. The Impala motors down Main Street. And everywhere-. A white church. I-5 FREEWAY . EXT.21. CALIFORNIA . U. ROARING off into the rising sun. SANGER. A pall has fallen over this small town like a shroud..okay. SAM Well. Driver picks music.MORNING A SIGN: “Welcome to Sanger. There’s a vaguely ominous.MISSING POSTERS. DEAN House rules. taped to the SIGNPOST-MISSING POSTERS. You know. year old.” But below.. Sammy. America’s Christmas Tree City. almost otherworldly feeling here. SAM “Sammy” is a chubby 12 I’m Sam.SANGER. California. you bought the album. Haunting. how ‘bout the radio? Maybe there’s something from this century.MORNING SAM (on his cell) .” SAM (beat) I was eleven. DEAN Maybe I should put on some “Spin Doctors. thank you.MOVING . You’re never gonna let me live that down. shotgun shuts his cake hole. EXT. CALIFORNIA .DAWN The muscle car accelerates. or boarded up).
Dean picks the correct I.DAY As Dean shuffles through a THICK STACK of I.D.D. DEAN We can’t. DEAN Here it is. . And. The LITTLE GIRL stares at Sam and Dean. morgue. emblazoned with her husband’s photo.DAY A small. SAM Forget it. card. SAM So that’s it. Currently. DEAN Would you chill? You’ve gotten very type-A. Grins. too-- Dean shoots Sam a harsh look at that last one. LITTLE GIRL in hand. REPORTERS. IMPALA . this past year. It’s unsettling. cards-No. INT..a WOMAN.SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT .? Hello? DEAN SAM Trying to be a lawyer here. SAM No one even close to fitting Dad’s description. FBI Sedans. COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT . The Impala parks beside the circus. the lot is OVERWHELMED with news trucks. About (CONT'D) Sanger Hospital.. etc. EXT. The boys see-. modest brick structure. Why not? SAM Well. mostly because impersonating a Federal agent is illegal.. Taping up a fresh batch of missing posters. So what do you think? The car slows at the only stoplight.22. we gotta find out what the hell’s happening around here. DEAN I think if we wanna find Dad. the listed hotel and every bar.. every motel.
that’s kind of you to say.. DEAN Few hours? Look. Dean’s photo. and he wants it yesterday.aren’t you two a little young for Federal Marshals? DEAN Deputy Marshals.DAY CLOSE ON THE I. tense and tight-lipped. already muscling for rank. SHERIFF PIERCE. but it’ll be hours at least. the inside of the department is just as chaotic as the outside. these two young men in their street clothes. 50’s. it’s flawless. How ‘bout you just give us a lay of the land? DEPUTY JAFFE And what makes you think I got the time? DEAN (irritated) Listen. DEPUTY JAFFE. Crowded with tired. DEPUTY JAFFE . INT.D. severe and strict-looking. FBI’s You can he’s a few He looks over Sam hangs back. DEPUTY JAFFE Well. 40.. we’ll blow right outta here. We’re all Deputies here.BULLPEN . and we’re all under the gun. INSIDE A GLASS OFFICE. boys. talk to Sheriff Pierce when done with ‘em. just a few minutes? Then I promise. mostly harmless. our boss wants a status report. overworked staff. beneath the SILVER STAR SEAL of the United States Marshals Service. As a forgery. take a number. converses with two dark-suited FBI AGENTS.23. Meanwhile. Barney-When Sam intervenes. Now in a slim leather wallet. COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT . Surprisingly collected-- SAM Hey. holds it. So can you help us out? Please. and thanks. . actually.
And I mean gone. it’s. And by that. It’s always the same. Look up. I mean a whole lotta nothin’. Honda Civic.. crumpled fast food wrappers. Sam looks it over. But somewhere along that road. Sam and Dean both stop. DEAN So what’s the popular theory? DEPUTY JAFFE That it’s some kinda stolen car ring. they’re gone. Dean is .. reading from a clipboard. DEAN Any eyewitnesses? DEPUTY JAFFE Not at the time of disappearance. OFF Deputy Jaffe. He lifts it with a pen. it seems out of place..DAY Sam and Dean follow Deputy Jaffe into the room. not even tire treads. SAM All four victims were male? DEPUTY JAFFE Five victims.. I see that. Still. weird.. or heading towards it. and yes. SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT . These are hot rides. Discarded long ago. Ford Taurus. DEPUTY JAFFE . with a tarnished (and MEMORABLE) ROSE PENDANT.24. Sam spots something amid the junk. An OLD SILVER NECKLACE. Considering-- INT. The EVIDENCE TABLE is covered in typical roadside debris-soda cans. poof. Mercury Topaz.EVIDENCE ROOM . Victims are last seen turning onto Centennial. DEAN (reading the clipboard) Yeah..so here’s all the evidence we collected off Centennial Highway. We’ve been shaking down chop shops.
SAM You know him. we put our ears to the ground..25.. (nodding to the FBI) Agent Mulder. we were just leaving. Agent Scully. Dog dying’s a city-wide tragedy.DAY Sam and Dean head for the front entrance.. And you know the best place for that-When they pass . But... Sam looks at the Deputy with sympathy. suspicious) Can I help you with something? DEAN No. DEPUTY JAFFE Everybody knows everybody here. DEAN No. As the boys walk on-SAM So. He was coming home from a Halloween party. Name’s Troy Squire. Sheriff Pierce and the two FBI Agents.. So. five people missing. SAM There’s been another? DEPUTY JAFFE Just last night. we’ll probably pick up some whisper or rumor about this thing. DEAN (with some worry) Middle-aged man? DEPUTY JAFFE (with a tinge) High school kid.. SHERIFF PIERCE (brusque.BULLPEN . sir. INT. no eyewitnesses.. SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT .
that’s Sammy. Carefree smile. we’re kinda asking around. DEAN (PRE-LAP) You must be Amy. smoking. Arms around two friends. DEAN Troy told us all about you.PARKING LOT . Sam does a slow burn.DAY .AFTERNOON Dean stands before AMY and BILL. DEAN Thanks..26. He hates being called Sammy. before he left? Did he say anything strange? Maybe he was nervous. I’m Dean...ESTABLISHING Home of the Fighting Cougars. too.. SAM So... Yeah. at the party. Dean pulls a 2004 Sanger Yearbook from the shelf. both 17. Looks up “Troy Squire” in the index.LIBRARY . you think he was driving high? . weird to you at all? AMY What do you mean? SAM I mean. BILL COAKLEY and AMY BROWN. TROY. SANGER HIGH SCHOOL . Was he acting.. AMY We’re so sorry. SANGER HIGH SCHOOL . EXT. Glowering at Dean and Sam. WE MISS YOU. scared about something? BILL (irritated) What. Few FRIENDS loiter around. They lean against Bill’s car. And Bill. We’re his uncles. On the detachable-letter SIGN: INT. Turns to a photo-A candid of Troy. as a favor to Troy’s Mom. SANGER HIGH SCHOOL .DAY A LIBRARIAN pokes her head into an aisle.. EXT.
We wanna know. DEAN What story? (the girls are hesitant) It’s okay. As Sam and Dean exchange silent looks.A MINUTE LATER Heading back to the Impala-SAM I don’t know... exchange looks. okay? BILL Then why didn’t she disappear. Please. pretty classic urban legend. SANGER HIGH SCHOOL .there was this girl. a carjacking? Gimme a break. Supposedly. she’s still out there. Teasing. I mean. ghostly OOHS from Bill.. Hitchhiking girl. But something happened out there. RACHEL . 17.some teasing.. well. EXT.. Amy and RACHEL. they just.. So if you guys know anything at all.. It’s just a story. my Aunt saw her once. others defending the story.? The students CHATTER-..PARKING LOT .. RACHEL Hey. hitchhiking on Centennial.27. And whoever picks her up. .. disappear.. Gotta be a hundred different versions of that same story. still hitchhiking. What? DEAN Dean catches this-- BILL (also spots their looks) Guys. she got murdered. DEAN (stepping in) No. we think the cops got their heads up their ass..
DEAN You’re right. Words are typed into a keyword search field. DEAN (shrugs) Stories have to spring from somewhere. Dean tries again. (they reach the car) Hey.28. Yeah. Lit. mirror thing? That was supposed to be an urban legend. Yeah.” Dean. sometimes they spring from the truth. Sam stands behind him. SANGER PUBLIC LIBRARY ..AFTERNOON A COMPUTER SCREEN. Centennial Highway. by the phosphorescent screen. SAM Let me try.how old do you think they were? SAM Not old enough.. Dean. “Murder. Sam climbs into the car-SAM Get in the car.The Sanger Herald. At the computer. This time: “Murder. INT.AFTERNOON . EXT. Hitchhiking. remember that whole Bloody Mary. . DEAN We’ll at least scope out the girls’ story..ESTABLISHING The wind rattles the dead leaves. Yeah. too.” The response: “No Articles Found. A website-.. SANGER PUBLIC LIBRARY . God. So those girls-. ghostly.” No Articles Found. SAM I guess you’re right. DEAN Dean climbs in after. see what shakes loose.
Reading-SAM Jesus. CANDLELIGHT VIGIL HELD.. SAM “. DEAN Hitchhiking. Dean slides back.A PHOTO. Beside her. A photo accompanies the article-. CONSTANCE.” Sam taps in a new keyword search. The headlines tell the story-MOTHER PLEADS FOR DAUGHTER’S SAFE RETURN. control freak. I got it. rapidly. We see a fragment of caption: “. hitchhiking on Centennial Highway. “Constance Weld. Fine.. SEARCH CONTINUES FOR MISSING GIRL. last seen by passing motorists. JOSEPH BURROUGHS. Sam smirks. Sam highlights the word “Death. . Until. Sam holds on this one. DEAN Be my guest. Then. offering the chair.seen here with mother Marjorie Brunson. gloating.” No Articles Found. Dean tries again. We recognize her-it’s the girl in Troy Squire’s car.” And a SERIES of ARTICLES come up.Constance Weld.. (So it Sam takes his place. Thinking. ON THE SCREEN-.29. SEARCH ENTERS 6th MONTH. “Death. They finally found her in this guy Burrough’s trailer. Hitchhiking.a wretched looking MAN.” changes it to “Missing.”) And an ARTICLE APPEARS.. a smiling. heavy set WOMAN. finally-. one after another. It’s like watching a monkey type-Annoyed. at an unamused Dean.” This was about 10 years ago. Sam clicks through them.” now reads: “Missing. Beat.. DEAN So you’re a net jockey... at mile marker 33.. And six bodies in the backyard.. SAM Really. Congrats.MULTIPLE REMAINS FOUND.
SAM I knew I saw that necklace before. She’s wearing the ROSE PENDANT NECKLACE. ENDLESS CORN FIELDS. it’s creepy. The road is abandoned-. The two-lane cuts between an ocean of DARK.. The post quivers in the stiff wind. Parked on the shoulder. DEAN We don’t do anything. Sam clicks back a few articles. we figure out what we’re dealing with-SAM --then we figure out how to kill it.except for the Impala. Long beat. INT. (then) You know. across from the mile marker. DEAN (leans in) Where’d it say she was hitchhiking again? EXT.so what do we do if Casper shows up? We can’t exactly shoot it in the face. You know the drill. When something occurs to Sam.NIGHT MILE MARKER 33. Their version of a SAM .. watch and learn. Sam’s got something on his mind-- ... CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY . sometimes you sound so much like Dad. stake-out. It was at the police station. We hang back. IMPALA . DEAN I take that as a compliment. First.30.NIGHT Sam and Dean sit. I know.. Radio playing softly.CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY .. There’s a school portrait of Constance here. DEAN What is it? Dean notices his expression-- Then. To the CANDLELIGHT VIGIL story.
. Um. frustrated. defensive.. SAM After he called me a coward.. anyway? He’s Dad. DEAN You know.. Okay. Dean. Sam. I should stay gone.” DEAN You told him you hated him. He said if I was gonna go. And I hurt him? . SAM How’s he been.you hurt him pretty bad. Time to come home and join the business.31.. So.? SAM He threw me out-- DEAN I don’t wanna talk about it-SAM All I did.. He’s a stubborn bastard and you-What? SAM DEAN . feels the sting of old wounds.. SAM Is he. was tell him I was going to law school-DEAN That’s not all you did-SAM Know what normal Dads are when they hear that? Proud. But him? (affecting a stern voice) “You wasted enough time at college already. still pissed? DEAN You know. boy. I hurt. He’s Dad....
abruptly-- DEAN What a total load of crap-Wow. too) That’s what did it.. Sentimental beat.. He was so angry. not now. You have no idea. Mostly... I wanted to be... DEAN Normal? Cause. have friends. SAM (with intense regret) I’m sorry.I remember... DEAN You know what you said! You said his whole life. Dean takes this in... Raise kids-.. ...I mean. SAM Not normal. but one day. SAM Thanks.. But then. the whole reason he did what he did. was pointless-Sam grows quiet at Dean’s flash of anger. Mom was dead and we were never gonna bring her back! SAM . I think I wanna marry Jess-. I wish I could take it back.. just had to get outta there.kids who won’t be terrified all the time. For once.32. you’re pretty much a freak.. DEAN (quiets now. cause we knew it was true. DEAN You remember that? That no matter how many things we hunted. (then) But you gotta understand-.I. You know. we’d never find the thing that killed Mom! No matter how many people we saved.. we both were.. Just. Happy. you know.
Obi Wan. when you know nobody is. Now decomposes into STATIC.the RADIO. Come on! DEAN Plunges into the field. Meanwhile-. But you’d rather jam your head in the sand? Be some ulcered-up lawyer? SAM It’s not that simple. man-- When Dean suddenly stops. Then. the wind picks up. The guys don’t notice. DEAN Yeah. We may put the fun in dysfunctional. Scuttling between the CORN STALKS. Sam contemplates this. pretending to be all fuzzy and safe. OUTSIDE. We barely catch a glimpse before she vanishes again. ILLUMINATING-. Can’t run forever. Playing softly throughout.A PALE FORM. Dean LEAPS out of the car. Sammy. it is. but we’re the only family you got. A long beat.. He leans forward. Dean flips the HEADLIGHTS.what? SAM Abruptly. Bite me. . not with what’s out there.. DEAN I swear. you gotta face up to who you are-Yeah? SAM And who’s that? DEAN You’re one of us. Sooner or later.. DEAN I mean. . mock solemn-- SAM Thank you.. And this stuff is in your blood.33. CONSTANCE. Squinting into the black night. hunching over the wheel.
EXT. foreboding maze of corn. As Sam chases.he’s alone. CORNFIELD .NIGHT We INTERCUT between the brothers. trying (and failing) to catch up. realizing-.WITH DEAN .WITH SAM .S. And Sam scrambles after his brother.34. DEAN This wasn’t such a hot idea. CORNFIELD . hard and fast. stalks WHIZZING past. EXT.) DEAN INTERCUT WITH: EXT. Panting. Alone. Also realizing he’s totally screwed. Marco! Sam rolls his eyes. deep into the cornfield. He looks up.S. SAM Wait! I thought we were hanging back-(Dean’s already gone) Dammit. As Dean SPRINTS. okay? come to you.NIGHT Sam. DEAN (O. I’ll . he can’t see more than a foot or so in front of him. Catching his breath. You think? SAM DEAN Well. maybe if you could keep up-SAM Just keep calling out.NIGHT Until Dean slows. Lost in the middle of a mangled.) Begins hacking his way through the corn. Dean?! Over here! SAM (O. CORNFIELD . The stalks obscure everything. Panting.
with urgency.WITH DEAN . There’s a FIGURE slumped behind the wheel.NIGHT Dean moves. Scrambling to his brother. judging by his expression.NIGHT Dean. Where is she? When is she going to lunge out? EXT.. out of focus in the foreground..S. EXT. In fact. CORNFIELD .Constance DARTS between the stalks! He pivots.. as he notices-- ANGLE INSIDE TOYOTA. . CORNFIELD . Stalks scratching his face and arms.. EXT. Flinches. Long... Troy Squire’s Toyota.) (with great alarm) Sam! Sam! Sam takes off like a shot. languid. EXT. Wet with crimson. Dean SPINS.. an ENTIRE TOYOTA. Sprinting. because he spots. through the windshield.S.WITH DEAN .WITH SAM . a white FIGURE BOLTS between the corn. Until he slows. CORNFIELD . Materializing from the corn stalks. sitting incongruously in the middle of the field. But we can tell the figure is mutilated. and suddenly spots something O. Sam steps closer. Then he turns. CORNFIELD . over Dean’s shoulder.. a CAR GRILL. slow and cautious.. She’s close. Nobody there. Something horrifying. Vigilant.? No answer.35.WITH DEAN ... Eyes everywhere at once. EXT. Nothing.. he can feel it.WITH SAM . CORNFIELD .NIGHT Dean.WITH SAM . suspense-beat.. out of the corner of Sam’s eye-.NIGHT Dean?! SAM When.NIGHT DEAN (O.NIGHT When. CORNFIELD .. SAM Only the wind WHISTLING through the field. We’re looking out at Sam. EXT.
CRANE SHOT . like the spokes of a wheel-Perfectly arranged.Sam and Dean. All the victims. whirls-. Wearing a grim visage. BLACKOUT.36. (beat) But not Dad. Upset. And FIVE CARS. EXT. DEAN They’re all here. CORNFIELD .it’s Dean. Disturbed. sitting in the cornfield.NIGHT In a wide OVERHEAD SHOT. END OF ACT TWO . we see-. When a HAND CLUTCHES his shoulder! Sam shouts. SAM.
THE STAGECOACH INN. 3. Meanwhile. studying a puzzle of NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS spread before him. Next is one. Goes on like this. cinderblock motel. 50’s style NEON SIGN-. The days between victims. When his CELL PHONE CHIRPS. Then a Sunday. Sam wants to pick up. Then the following Tuesday. I’ve been looking at the dates of the disappearances. But what the hell’s he gonna say? punches IGNORE. DEAN Nice work there. 5 days.DAWN Sam sits on one of the beds.37. DEAN He A SAM (rolls his eyes) You tell ‘em your name was Ted Nugent? DEAN You know I did.. single-story. SAM It’s a pattern. (then) What’ve you got there? SAM Bad news. etc. ANSWER. Then.. First one was a Wednesday. 2. MOTEL ROOM . Not really listening. Matlock. Then 4. pulling on his jacket. ROADSIDE MOTEL . INT. ACT THREE EXT. It’ll be tonight. Dean is scooping up his keys and wallet. DEAN I don’t follow.JESSICA CALLING. or IGNORE. Dean enters-SAM You call 911? Yep.ESTABLISHING A garish. . On the cell phone display screen-.DAWN .
SAM We’ll make the time.. Dad. we’ll find him.38. DEAN What? Sammy. I know. believe me. Not until we deal with Constance. in the first place? Anyway. Dad’s pick-up-. son. doesn’t matter. last couple of years. SAM What are you doing? DEAN I’m packing up my toothbrush. SAM (beat) We’re not leaving. Um. DEAN He’s probably not even in Sanger. a lot of people were getting hurt. Who knows if he ever came. DEAN Where’s this coming from? I thought you’d wanna ditch. But people are DEAN You know.not in the cornfield. We got more pressing matters here.. and where the hell were you? . We don’t have time. SAM I do. Our grumpy little hitcher’s stowing her victims in the cornfield. getting hurt. you wanna take off? DEAN Get on the ball. So sing along with me-SAM (dry) He’s probably not one of her victims. what’s it look like? SAM Wait.
MARJORIE . Dean thinks. billowing in the stiff breeze. her life hasn’t been easy.. smart ass? EXT. SAM Runs in the family. But sad-. he SIGHS-- DEAN Do to us? Man. DEAN You’re a stubborn bastard. Kind. DEAN And what’s that. just to mix things up a bit.. She stands with Sam and Dean.I think that’s what I remember most. and let more people die. I’m sorry.BACKYARD . Ever since the day she moved in.Constance. she was shy. Think of what he’d do to us if we left. 50’s. (disapproving) (MORE) . Then. A long beat..DAY MARJORIE BRUNSON. So I’m hunting this thing. you know I’d blame everything on you.. MARJORIE BRUNSON’S HOUSE . And I’m not gonna walk away. I adopted her. yes. Hell. (then) Dean.. With or without you. (Sam smiles) So. what are you thinking? SAM Well. SAM Moved in? MARJORIE Well. I was thinking this time.. we should actually have a plan. SAM (simply) Well. he’d want us to stay..39. is a hardscrabble woman. as she hangs BEDSHEETS on a clothesline. I guess. Now. I’m here..
Drinking. you could see this. Most of ‘em get their facts straight. amidst the room’s stacked boxes and sheet-covered furniture. I’ve had reporters around before. Meanwhile. pretty green. good people. CONSTANCE’S OLD BEDROOM . just as quickly.as the BEDSHEET seems to take on a WHIRLING FORM. Come on. Thinking. on almost every page. a phrase. Dean stands with Marjorie.. (Sam shoots a dirty look) So Constance was an orphan? MARJORIE Not at first. Like a secret. He’s just a cub reporter. often multiple times: “I can never go home.. Inside. it’s gone. What does that mean? . poor thing. A silhouette. But even then. But I can show you boys a few things. But she kept it to herself. MARJORIE (CONT'D) Young man. Constance was 11 at the time.. (beat) ..” Sam looks up.40. This is difficult for Marjorie to discuss-MARJORIE When she got a little older. Lifting it from a cardboard crate of teenage-girl belongings. she started acting out. INT. But also. Sam and Dean follow Marjorie into the house. Of a WOMAN.. Her parents. the usual girlish bubble-cursive. ma’am.DAY A HIGH SCHOOL PORTRAIT of CONSTANCE. on the clothesline-. We HOLD ON the backyard. Sam holds the photo.I use her room for storage now. Now Sam digs a DIARY from the crate. Enigmatic expression. hurt in her eyes. they died in a car accident. DEAN I apologize.. Then. God knows what else.
DAY Sam and Dean walk down the sidewalk. then neither is she-- . DEAN Ms. all-American homes. Put that in your article. a parade of small town. did they find? EXT.and that was it. Her headstone’s at Hughes Creek. DEAN Which cemetery is Constance buried at? MARJORIE Well. I never saw her again. SAM (reacting to this) I thought they found her. MARJORIE (pained) Some of her. What. She was hitchhiking-. DEAN Joseph Burroughs.OUT FRONT . that means her corpse might still be out there-DEAN And if her body’s not at rest. exactly. he’s up at Folsom. Least.. But she’s not buried anywhere. outside of town.. nowhere I know.. before he shot her. he picked her up? MARJORIE Police say he kept her locked up in his trailer.41. Moving to the Impala-SAM . MARJORIE Then.if all they found were blood and skull fragments.which I always begged her not to do-.. Brunson. This is important. Almost a year. that day in June. MARJORIE BRUNSON’S HOUSE . And they didn’t even fry the sonofabitch...
. Give ‘em a proper burial. Dean. much less a serial killer.. SAM It’s impossible. We find the remains. make him tell you where she’s planted. are you? SAM No. geek.. I’ll be here waiting. I’ll go. SAM Joseph Burroughs? You want us to stroll into prison and have a little chat? DEAN I want you to. No..I’ll figure something out. DEAN Actually. And you can dig up SAM (stops... We’d never make it there and back before nightfall. the corpse. SAM So how do we find them? DEAN From the one guy who knows. (Sam stops) What? You’re the lawyer. DEAN Fine. I was thinking more “burn ‘em into dust.” but yeah.. You can’t walk into a prison without 72 hour notice and visit anyone. (beat) You’re not scared of a tiny wittle serial killer. looks at Dean) . DEAN Folsom’s over 200 miles away. I mean. we had a good groove going up until then. it’s impossible. You gotta go. Then call me. SAM So that’s it.42.
. SAM (V. EXT. . ass as the Impala. very thin ice. The place is a fortress. I had kind of a family emergency. it’s Sam Harrison. sir. on his cell phone. This is a hell of an exception we’re making.AFTERNOON Sam’s GEO pulls up to Folsom’s main gate-. You’re gonna need wheels.) I appreciate that. Yes. SAM DEAN Come on. FOLSOM STATE PENITENTIARY .DAY Sam putters up to Folsom. Sir. I know. SAM’S RENTAL CAR . CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY .I just spoke to your Judge Carlton. INT.DAY Sam.a single gap between formidable stone walls. Rent one? DEAN What do you wanna do? EXT. OVER the next few shots.. Clarice. Shut up. Sam... in a rented GEO.Judge Carlton. yes. SAM You’re not stealing me a car.. (wincing) Yes. DEAN Quid pro quo.O. Let’s go hot-wire you some. I do know I’ve been missing some work. a medieval castle.43. Staring up at the prison. sir.) . Not nearly as bad- Looks like he’s having a root canal..MOVING . No. I was hoping I could ask you for a favor. SAM . hi.O... we HEAR-FOLSOM OFFICER (V.
the inmate.AFTERNOON Sam sits at a mounted steel table. VISITING ROOM . OVER which-FOLSOM OFFICER (V. Burroughs TENSES. that open and CLANK shut.) You will not be allowed personal items in the visiting area. . keep a close eye. Dumping the contents of his pockets into plastic trays. Getting patted down at the Registration Station. as Burroughs sits. BURROUGHS I don’t get many visitors. You are not to give anything to. or receive anything from. You understand? INT.O. SAM I just need to know-BURROUGHS I’m not talking about her.. Walking through a series of BARRED DOORS.? SAM I’m writing a paper.SERIES OF SHOTS . as he passes through. SAM Thank you for seeing me. Bland face. I was hoping for some information. When JOSEPH BURROUGHS.. His face hardens into granite.44. the “quiet neighbor” type. SAM I need to know where she’s buried. glasses. You are to maintain a safe distance from the inmate at all times. stationed at the walls.DAY Sam. GUARDS. He’s cuffed. enters the room. 40. BURROUGHS About what? SAM Constance Weld. FOLSOM STATE PENITENTIARY . You a law student or something. INT.
. but we really don’t have time. (to Sam) Constance is dead. yes-. I’d bust out my “truth is out there” speech. Portentous storm clouds gather on the horizon. and she’s slashing them. He glances out the window. INT. BURROUGHS (waving off the guard) Sorry. She’s out there. if you don’t tell me. BURROUGHS (stops.. VISITING ROOM . The sun is setting. normally at this point.LATE AFTERNOON The motel phone. Sam.SANGER . MOTEL ROOM . She’s dead.and she’s still hitchhiking. DEAN Come on. . INT. BURROUGHS We’re finished here. We’re okay. BURROUGHS (through gritted teeth) In a cemetery. Men are picking her up.CONTINUOUS SAM You have to tell me-Guard-BURROUGHS SAM Someone’s going to die tonight. SAM Look. No. Dean waits for it to ring. Killing people. SAM Where you buried her. Distant lightning.45. a beat) What? SAM Constance.
Because of what you did to her. he keeps his cards close to his chest. (beat) This was the night you murdered her.. It’s a pattern. SAM There’s fewer and fewer days between her victims. Because I stopped her.. she is... I think I know what happened 10 years ago today. She can’t be doing it again.. For one. SAM You’re not the first person to say so. SAM Whether you believe me or not. BURROUGHS (goes white as a sheet) How.. Burroughs reacts to this-. SAM . BURROUGHS You’re insane. Constance isn’t killing people. but if I can give you some proof. I do. will you help me? BURROUGHS And how you gonna do that? SAM (beat) Well. I know how this sounds.what do you mean? . It’s impossible. Because of you.but for now.46... wasn’t it? BURROUGHS This is a sick joke..? I never. And Burroughs SHATTERS like GLASS-BURROUGHS I stopped her. a countdown.. To tonight.
And she slashed their throats.47.” SAM Why didn't you call the police? BURROUGHS .. So she could “atone for her sins.? BURROUGHS When she was little. But she liked to hitchhike. She lived with me. She’d take the men to her parents’ house. Put ‘em in a car. Even if they locked her up. that’s all. No matter what they did to her. she’d just keep killing.. There was only one way to stop her. I stopped her. No. drove it in a ditch. you know. (wretched) But I did it.. her parents beat her. she liked to cut her boyfriends in front of the house. Forced her to fast. (then) So when she grew up. SAM You kept her locked up-- No BURROUGHS No.. SAM Why would she do that. In front of Mommy and Daddy. SAM Where is she buried? . like “look at your little girl now. set it on fire. BURROUGHS What difference does it make? one ever believes me anyway. she’d find a way to keep killing. the old one. Guys would pick her up.” Until she stabbed ‘em both. She was 11 at the time.wouldn’t matter. SAM Tell me what you mean-BURROUGHS I loved Constance.
off-roading. Dean’s excavated the entire top half of the make-shift coffin. God forgive me-SAM I need to know where she’s buried-INT. BURROUGHS (V. Passing Constance’s Dean digs.NIGHT Three holes already shoveled.48. using the Impala’s hi-beams as worklights.MOVING . FIELD . And the Impala’s engine sounds like the THUNDER. His shovel hits dull wood. off Breckenridge Road. revealing.. Lightning cleaves the night sky. driving. parks beside it. Dean digs. Dean. BURROUGHS She was sleeping. Then. The SHOVEL is tossed out. No luck. The wind RISES-./EXT. And I put a gun to her head.NIGHT Black. Hissing static. Still. One man against the howling storm. THUNK. CUT TO: OUTSIDE THE PIT. He clears mud away. Focused. It charges through the pouring rain. on his way to-EXT. .which illuminates a COLOSSAL OAK TREE. ancient HOUSE.an oak tree. Dean leaps out. He begins to PRY the lid. Dean finds a shovel and a crowbar. onto the grass. FIELD . From the stockpile of weaponry. a glimpse of a decomposing PINE BOX.) . Soaking.O. The RADIO CLICKS ON.AN HOUR LATER ..the oak’s branches begin to shudder. Muddy. INSIDE THE FOURTH PIT... The Impala. INSIDE THE IMPALA..NIGHT The storm has begun. IMPALA . CUT TO: INSIDE THE PIT. Pops the TRUNK... EXT. Dean’s arm emerges. Then lightning-. Dean begins to dig.. snagging the CROWBAR. she’s beneath an oak tree.. not yet.. determined.
Sam. to a crescendo-- The radio static. no bones. Sam looks up. Finally.. The wind.no. wild. it comes to a stop. Thankfully.. Now sitting in Sam’s back seat. SAM’S RENTAL CAR . But he doesn’t notice-- Constance.NIGHT Sam.. . The rain. brakes hard! Spinning. END OF ACT THREE . They’re all building Dean STRAINS./EXT. Looking inside. The box is EMPTY.49. Panting. Steels himself. nails SNAP. on the slick roads. CONSTANCE Take me home. NOTHING-- INT. Sam drives right CONSTANCE appears in the headlights! THROUGH her-- He GASPS. DEAN No corpse.. Driving back to Sanger. Catching his breath. And opens it. He barely manages to control the swerving car. icy with fear-BLACKOUT. He grips the lid. HORRIFIED.
you’re scared. SAM The doors LOCK.50.. SAM . INT. go home. figure out a way to save his own life. No sound.NIGHT Sam’s rental pulls up the muddy dirt driveway..CONTINUOUS And the car begins to drive... Breath coming in short bursts. You’re scared to . squealing white noise. OLD HOUSE .. EXT.. And there’s something in her expression. ACT FOUR INT. by themselves. Through the storming darkness. that no one’s noticed before. SAM’S RENTAL CAR . SAM’S RENTAL CAR .NIGHT Sam. headlights. Constance gazes at her house-CONSTANCE I can never go home.don’t do this. The RADIO clicks on. behind the wheel. of its own accord. And he perceives something. the ENGINE CUTS OUT. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY ... Mute. Constance. SAM’S RENTAL CAR . Stops before the decrepit house.no. Once again.CONTINUOUS The untouched steering wheel turns. except for the occasional flare of lightning. Trying to Without Constance. correcting course. Once again-CONSTANCE Take me home.. No light. .. As if on cue. as she says this. INT. The gas pedal depresses.. But Sam watches her in the rearview. in the back. Something malevolent. EXT. Sam.CONTINUOUS SAM . Mind racing.. Behind him. except the muffled patter of rain on steel.
Trying to unlock it. Sam’s hands... DEAN Let him go. Everywhere.and for a flash. SHOUTS in agony. Sam JOLTS. And in the STROBING FLASH-- Constance. She grins at him. Pointing a COLT SIX-SHOOTER at the seemingly thin air in front of Sam. Unharmed.. Then. Mouth twisted into a rawboned rictus. lightning snuffs out-.. to look at her directly. But she’s let go of Sam. But she’s VANISHED.. She’s a rotting WRAITH..she again DISAPPEARS. of course..I’m taking you home.. his struggles. doesn’t see her). (He’s turned toward his window. she’s still inside the car. there’s Constance. Fumbling for the ignition..51. savagely TEARING at him. DEAN. His neck. Standing outside the car. SLASHING CLAW MARKS APPEAR (several ripping right through his shirt). He falls back in his seat. And we see-his chest. CUTS criss-cross his wrists. She turns to Dean. about to SMASH it with his elbow-Lightning. vicious. His shoulders. Now in the passenger seat. And so-SAM . beside Sam.. Sam pivots from the rearview (where Constance is still visible). Then. He throws his shoulder into it-. But his hands are WRENCHED away. Sam whirls for the car door. when-- SMASH! The driver’s side window SHATTERS-. But it’s only for a subliminal split second. know.. He SLAMS the gas! .. but it’s jammed.. He’s a goner Trying to turn the by invisible arms. Sam for sure. and so does she. He pounds on the glass. And Sam is now able to TURN the ignition. the lightning vanishes. straddling Sam...no good.. in ONE SHOT. engine. When the Though now we Suddenly. Frantic.. Dean FIRES! And in the rapid succession of GUNFIRE FLARES-Constance is VISIBLE. Lightning-.a hailstorm of safety glass beads. Shards of excruciating PAIN shoot through his body. as if in STROBING LIGHT.. forces. you bitch.
52. Sam GROANS. the radio’s quiet. OLD HOUSE . The RADIO. I’m okay. as the car comes to an abrupt. Sam is weak. OLD HOUSE . Something SKITTERS just outside their field of vision. yes) Come on. ENTERING the house. INT. Dean helping him. Dean looks over the room.CONTINUOUS . second story lumber RAINS down. It picks up. up to the car. All seems benign. OLD HOUSE . sharp.CONTINUOUS . But alive.NIGHT The car SNAPS a support beam. I’ll help you. SAM’S RENTAL CAR . The storm has abated. Inside the car. EXT. the wind has died down. Tattered curtains flutter. Dean tries to open the car door.CONTINUOUS . Forehead bleeding. He begins to crawl through the window. Faint music buried beneath static. spins. DEAN Can you move? (Sam nods. INT. When-. INT. dust-settling stop. Hurry.NIGHT And the rental car BURSTS forward. SMASHING through the termite-ridden wall of the old house.the wind. It’s wedged between a wall and a heavy fallen beam.CONTINUOUS . against the steering wheel. pained and sore. DEAN Dean No chance.NIGHT Sam cracks his head. . vigilant... but nothing’s there. Clicks on. SAM DEAN (extremely relieved) Where is she? SAM I don’t know.NIGHT Sam! Sam! DEAN Dean scrambles through the newly-created opening.
40’s. Gone completely. IN FRONT OF THEM-. They seem to envelop her..S. She grows closer. Sam and Dean back away. the fronts of their shirts BLOODY from STAB WOUNDS. There’s a horrible. Putrid. Sam and Dean. Silence.. EXT. Blocking the way.53. As they (and we) catch our collective breaths-DEAN Sam? SAM . California. otherworldly ANIMAL SHRIEKING-. Sam’s arm around Dean’s neck. There’s TWO FIGURES BEHIND HER! A decayed MAN and WOMAN.. Closer. Constance’s PARENTS. the tips of her yellowed toes lightly scraping the floor planks. scanning. U. America’s Christmas Tree City. Wrathful.the CURTAINS (beside their exit) BILLOW UP. . Eyes aflame.. Sam and Dean turn forward.. Dean gets him to his feet.you’ve come home. Come Again Soon!” The Impala BLOWS past it. Spot her-Her image She DRIFTS towards the brothers. this one over their shoulders. appearing and disappearing.and they ALL MELT AWAY..hey... “You Are Leaving Sanger. Yeah? DEAN (long solemn beat. Sam smiles back.. Still. but it’s slow going-Another SCUFFLING sound. FLICKERS rapidly. they hobble for the entrance. cautious.. and that’s why they don’t see. Sam evacuates the car. Suddenly-No use. then) Good luck getting the deposit back on that rental. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY . They both look back. Dean cracks a smile. Merging with her. unveiling-CONSTANCE. WHISPERED ON THE WIND .NIGHT A SIGN. Dean FIRES his Colt again. Quick as he can.A.
. INT. Maybe there’s something I missed. I didn’t. INT..MOVING .NIGHT SAM Where are you going? DEAN East.54. DEAN . The house? SAM DEAN Our house. Chachi. DEAN Hey. IMPALA .so how’d you know that would work. SAM Well. Wow. Figured we’d check out the house next. When Dean glances at Sam. sees his expression. as he puts it together. Enjoying a rare moment of victory. IMPALA .NIGHT The brothers LAUGH. fades. Dean’s smile . Dean cruises right past. FREEWAY ON-RAMP . anyway? What? SAM DEAN Taking her home...MOVING . I can’t believe you actually shot Casper in the face.NIGHT The I-5 FREEWAY on-ramp. SAM DEAN Thoughtful plan. Some bread crumb Dad left behind. North. saved your ass-EXT.
least I can do. Dean nods..55. INT... are you? You’re going back to school. okay? I’m gonna do everything I can.MOVING . “Passive aggressive” isn’t really your gig-What? DEAN Did I say anything? .I’m sorry. We can’t just cruise the whole country. man..SEVERAL MINUTES LATER The Impala heads back to Stanford.. Sam can’t take it anymore. SAM . It’s the Pulling a U-turn. But I’m gonna help. DEAN (after a beat) I’ll take you back. first thing.NIGHT Clearly. Sam. a little sad and a little guilty. the FBI.look. File a Missing Persons.I-5 FREEWAY . I can catch a-DEAN I’ll take you back. EXT. SAM You know. IMPALA . SAM I mean. Sam’s conscience is getting the best of him-SAM . SAM No. DEAN It’s a good idea.NIGHT .but you’re not going East. Good. Sam nods. I-5 FREEWAY . DEAN . More silence. hoping we bump into him.. Dean SWINGS the car around. I’m gonna call the cops. he could be anywhere.
DEAN Okay? Done SAM What’s that supposed to mean? with what? DEAN This. Sam. I’m not gonna fight you. I mean it.. I’m tired.. (beat) I can’t ask you to throw everything away and hit the road. These sparkling little arguments of ours. and. To trade in your girl and your school for bad food and mangy motels-Dean-SAM DEAN So go live your life.. DEAN I’m not pissed. And what? SAM DEAN And I just don’t care anymore. I’m done. If you’re pissed. you’re something. SAM That’s just the point. Trying to drag you into something you just don’t want any part of. DEAN I’m serious. SAM (after a beat) I think I’d rather you were pissed. Really.56.. . SAM Convincing delivery. then be pissed. be happy. SAM Well.
And disappears from sight. and that’s when he sees-IN SAM’S DARKENED BEDROOM WINDOW. okay? Sure. The brothers ride in silence. gently ticking. They won’t see each other anytime soon. abruptly STOPS.his clock.LATE NIGHT Sam enters. BEHIND HIM.. He’s too exhausted to realize...I’ll see you soon. SAM’S APARTMENT . Blink and you miss it... Sam Sam heads for the apartment.LATE NIGHT The Impala parks before Sam’s apartment. . At the front door (a security entrance. Dean. DEAN Okay. and they know it. Frozen.. as if it were liquid. he shifts the car into drive. awkward wave. Gives one final.. Sam turns. Sam watches the familiar scenery pass. Just for a moment..MAIN ROOM .STANFORD UNIVERSITY . Classrooms. engine idling. Thinking. . Snags his bags from the back. RIPPLES. A swirl of emotions. IMPALA ./EXT.. The various signs and landmarks of the august university.. But then. Then-SAM You’ll call me if there’s any news? (Dean nods..Sam. Walks toward his bedroom. DEAN INT. But neither do.LATE NIGHT The Impala motors past libraries. behind the wheel. DEAN What do you want me to say? Sam doesn’t answer. The glass SHIMMERS. begins to motor away. Both want to say something.. Clouded with doubt. watches him go. SAM’S APARTMENT . yes) . The lamp FLICKERS. He throws one last look back at the apartment. Dean. which leads to the college-apartment lobby).. On the wall-. Lugging his bags.57. climbs out.. Is he doing the right thing? EXT. He flips on a lamp. INT.
It’s a HOODED SWEATSHIRT. confused. I guess. Don’t worry... Sam turns to his brother. CRACKING it open-INT.. revealing-It’s not a dark figure. Sam flips on the bedroom light. in the shadowed bedroom over Sam’s shoulder.. TWISTED DARK FIGURE waits. Normal.. just as-He swings open Across the room. Turning the bedroom doorknob. SAM Well. out of sorts. Dry-My IKEA chair Sam walks over to the chair. The brothers enter the bedroom.. Turns back to Dean. It all happens at once.. SAM What’s the problem? DEAN I. Then. SAM’S APARTMENT .. a MENACING. confused. Dean scans-. I swore I saw. never hurt anybody.are you okay? Dude..58. Dean FORCES OPEN the front door. Sam pivots to the figure. EXT. And Dean’s expression washes into FEAR-Sam! DEAN Behind you! Sure enough.the room is empty. SAM’S APARTMENT . DEAN Nothing.. Quiet.HALLWAY OUTSIDE BEDROOM .LATE NIGHT Dean POUNDS on the lobby entrance. What? SAM Dean approaches. alarmed-SAM! DEAN He THROWS his shoulder into the door.. draped over a CHAIR. . Sam looks at his brother-. Nothing.LATE NIGHT Sam’s hand.. the door.
Sam frowns. and that’s when he notices-ON THE SEAT.. And the flames are spreading. taking a closer look at the chair.. EXT. Firemen extinguish the blaze. Spiderwebbing. a charred warning-COMING FOR YOU The words IGNITE.. Dean sees them. The room blazes rapidly. BLACK LINES. And-Sam and Dean. Leaning against the Impala. BYSTANDERS.59. a tinderbox. Coming from above. JESS! With dread. Struggling to pull Jessica down. Standing together. some vertical. Sam leaps up on the chair. Once again. as if it Eyes wide open.. Another. It’s time to face up to who he is. But then. Dead. Plink. SAM’S APARTMENT .. glassy. were the floor. The brothers. No more running.. TO BE CONTINUED. Fire illuminating their expressions. To assume his place in the family.. . BURNING THEMSELVES into the wall. NO! SAM And before they can even react-. Anguished. Sam tugs the sweatshirt off the chair back.. Impossibly splayed out. Dean yanks Sam away. A dime of red crimson appears. and he knows it. pajama-clad APARTMENT OCCUPANTS... Across the Various other Watching the Sam can’t return to a simple.SIZZLING.. Then another. happy life.LATER Firetrucks. But he can’t reach. structure burn. Plink. They’re drops. street. the brothers looks up-- JESSICA. Some horizontal. ON THE CEILING. reflecting in their eyes-BLACKOUT. too. hard-Sam! DEAN We have to go! Dean practically drags Sam out of the apartment..
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