Transcript of Nightmare
Transcript of NIghtmare. If I have the time I'll work on benders next.
Supernatural haitus, see what you've reduced me too! Damn you! [Shakes fist at the PTB]
Dialogue only.
S = Sam
D = Dean
J = Jim Miller, dead guy in the beginning.
E: Extra’s
R: Roger Miller, dead guys brother.
W: Alice Miller, wife of dead guy
M: Max Miller, the son of dead guy.
O: Officer.
J: [Coughing] Help, somebody help me! [Coughing] Somebody help!
S: Dean. Dean.
D: Hnnhh. What’re you doing man it’s the middle of the night.
S: We have to go.
D: What’s happening?
S: We have to go! Right now.
S: Macready, Detective Macready, badge number 158. I’ve got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan Michigan license plate, Mary Frank 6037. Yeah okay just hurry.
D: Sammy relax, I’m sure it’s just a nightmare.
S: Yeah tell me about it.
D: I mean it y’know, a, a normal everyday naked in class nightmare. This license plate it won’t check out you’ll see.
S: It felt different Dean, real, like when I dreamt about our old house and Jessica.
D: Well yeah that makes sense you’re dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream you ever seen him before?
S: No.
D: No, exactly why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan.
S: I don’t know.
D: Well me neither.
S: Yes I’m here. Jim Miller, Saginaw Michigan. You have a street address? Got it, thanks. Huh, checks out. How far away?
D: From Saginaw?
S: Yeah.
D: Couple hours.
S: Drive faster.
D: What happened?
E: Suicide, can’t believe it.
S: Did you know him?
E: Saw him every Sunday at St. Augustine’s. He always seemed…Seemed…so normal. Guess you never know what’s going on behind closed doors.
D: Yeah, I guess not.
S: How did uh…How were they saying it happened.
E: I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running.
S: Do you know about what time they found him?
E: Well it just happened an hour or two ago. Huuuh, his poor family, I can’t even imagine what they’re going through.
D: Sam we got here as fast as we could.
S: Not fast enough, which doesn’t make any sense man. Why would I even have these premonitions unless there was a chance that I could stop them from happening?
D: I don’t know.
S: So what do you think killed him?
D: Maybe the guy just killed himself, y’know, maybe there’s nothing supernatural going on at all.
S: I’m telling you I watched it happen. He was murdered by something Dean, it trapped him in the garage.
D: Like what? A spirit? A poltergeist? What?
S: I don’t know what it was. I don’t know why I’m having these dreams. I don’t know what the hell is happening Dean. What?
D: Nothing man, I’m just worried about you.
S: Well don’t look at me like that.
D: I’m not lookin’ at you like anything. Although I gotta say you look like crap.
S: Nice, thanks.
D: Yeah well, come on let’s just pick this stuff up in the morning. Alright, we’ll check out the house, we’ll talk to the family.
S: Dean you saw them, they’re devastated, they’re not going to want to talk to us.
D: Yeah your right, but I think I know who they will talk to.
S: Who?
S: Huuhhh. This has got to be a whole new low for us.
D: Good afternoon. I’m Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley, we’re new junior priests over at St. Augustines. May we come in? Thanks.
S: We’re very sorry for your loss.
D: It’s in difficult times like these when the Lord’s guidance is most needed.
R: Look you want to pitch your whole Lord has a plan thing fine, don’t pitch it to me. My brother’s dead.
W: Roger, please.
R: Excuse me.
W: I, I’m sorry about my brother in law, he, he’s just so upset about Jim’s death. Oh, would you like some coffee?
D: That’d be great.
W: It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now.
D: Of course, after all, we are all God’s children.
S: Hnhhh.
D: What?
S: Just…tone it down a little bit, Father.
D: So Mrs. Miller, did your husband have a history of depression?
W: Nothing like that. We had our ups and downs like everyone, but we were happy. I just don’t understand, how Jim could do something like this.
S: I’m so sorry you had to find him like that.
W: Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him.
S: Do you mind, if, if maybe I go talk to him?
W: Oh, oh thank you Father.
S: Max. Hey I’m Sam.
D: Mrs. Miller you have a lovely home. How long have you lived here?
W: We moved in about five years ago.
D: Hmm. The only problem with these old houses, I bet you have all kinds of headaches.
W: Like what?
D: Well, weird leaks, uh electrical shortages, odd settling noises at night, like that, that kind of thing.
W: No, nothing like that. It’s been perfect.
D: Hmm, that’s. May I use your restroom?
W: Oh sure. It’s just up the stairs.
D: Okay.
S: So what was your dad like?
M: Just a normal dad.
S: Yeah. You live, you live at home now?
M: Yeah. I’m trying to save up for school but it’s hard.
S: So when you found your dad.
M: I woke up. I heard the engine running…I don’t know why he did it.
S: I know it’s rough, losing a parent, especially when you don’t have all the answers.
S: Anything?
D: Zip.
D: So what do you have?
S: A lot of nothing, nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built.
D: What about the land?
S: No graveyards, battlefields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property.
D: Hey man I told you I searched that house up and down, there were no cold spots, no sulfur scent, nada.
S: And the family said everything was normal?
D: Well, I mean if there was a demon or poltergeist in there don’t you think somebody would’ve noticed something? I used the infrared thermal scanner man, there was nothing.
S: So what you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sort of freakish coincidence?
D: I don’t know. I’m pretty sure that there’s nothing supernatural about that house.
S: Yeah, well, you know maybe uh, maybe it has nothing to do with the house. Hssh. Maybe… it’s just a… gosh, maybe it’s connected to Jim… in some other way.
D: What’s wrong with you?
S: Ah. Yeah my head.
D: Sam?
S: [Gasping]
D: Hey. Hey! What’s going on, talk to me.
[Vision of Roger dying]
S: It’s happening again. Something’s going to kill Roger Miller!
S: Roger Miller, nah, no just the address please. Okay, thanks. Four fifty West Grove, Apartment eleven twenty.
D: You okay?
S: Yeah.
D: If you’re going to hurl I’ll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery anh.
S: I’m fine.
D: Alright.
S: Just drive.
D: Alright.
S: Dean I’m scared man, these nightmares weren’t bad enough, now I’m seeing things when I’m awake? And these visions, or whatever, they’re getting more intense and painful.
D: Come on man, you’ll be alright. You’ll be fine.
S: What is it about the Millers? Why am I connected to them? Why am I watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to me?
D: I don’t know Sam, but we’ll figure it out okay. We face the unexplainable every single day this is just another thing.
S: No, it’s never been us. It’s never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can’t tell me this doesn’t freak you out.
D: … This doesn’t freak me out.
S: There he is. Hey Roger!
D: Hey hold up a second.
R: What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone.
S: Please! Hey Roger! We’re trying to help! Please, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
R: I don’t want your help.
S: We’re, we’re not priests you’ve got to listen to us!
D: Roger you’re in danger! C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.
D: Here, start wiping down your fingerprints, we don’t want the cops to know we’re here. Go, go c’mon. I want to take a look inside.
D: I’m telling you there was nothing in there, there’s no signs either, just like the Millers house.
S: I saw something. In the vision, like a dark shape. Something was… Something was stalking Roger.
D: Well whatever it was, we can be sure it’s not connected to their house.
S: We know it’s connected to the family itself. So what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?
D: Yeah, there’s a few that have been known to latch on to families, follow ‘em for years.
S: Angiak, banshees.
D: Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy.
S: And now something’s out for revenge and the men in their family are dying. Hey you think Max is in danger?
D: Let’s figure it out before he is.
S: Well I know one thing I have in common with these people.
D: What’s that?
S: Both our family’s are cursed.
D: Our family’s not cursed. We just, had our dark spots.
S: Our dark spots are pretty dark.
D: You’re dark.
M: My mom’s resting, she’s pretty wrecked.
D: Course.
M: All these people kept coming with, like, casseroles. I finally had to tell them all to go away, y’know cause nothing says I’m sorry like a tuna casserole.
S: How you holding up?
M: I’m okay.
S: Your dad and your uncle were, were close?
M: Yeah I guess, I mean they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little.
S: But not lately much?
M: No it’s not that it’s just, they used to be neighbors when I was a kid and we lived across town in this house and Uncle Roger lived next door so he was over all the time.
S: Right. So how was it in that house, when you were a kid?
M: It’s fine, why?
D: All good memories? Do you remember anything unusual, something involving your father and your uncle maybe?
M: What do you… Why do you ask?
D: Just a question.
M: No, there was nothing, we were totally normal, happy.
D: Good. It’s good. Well you must be exhausted, we should uh, we should take off.
S: Right. Thanks.
M: Yeah.
D: Nobody’s family is totally normal and happy, you see when he was talking about his old house.
S: Sounded scared.
D: That Max isn’t telling us everything, I say we go find the old neighborhood and find out what life was really like for the Millers.
S: Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?
E: Yeah almost twenty years now, it’s nice and quiet. Why you looking to buy?
S: No, no, actually we were just wondering if uh, if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe.
D: Yeah the Millers, they uh, they had a little boy named Max.
S: Right.
E: Yeah, I remember, the brother had the place next door. So uh, what’s this about? That poor kid okay?
S: What do you mean?
E: Well in my life I’ve never seen a child treated like that. I mean I’d hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street. He was a, a mean drunk. Used to beat the tar out of Max. Bruises, broke his arm two times that I know of.
S: This was going on regularly.
E: Practically everyday. Fact that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy, but the worst part was the stepmother, she just stand there checked out, never lifted a finger to protect him. I must’ve called the police seven or eight times, never did any good.
D: Now you said stepmother?
E: I think his real mom died, eh some sorta accident, car accident I think. Eh, You okay there?
S: Uh, yeah.
D: Thanks for your time.
S: Uh, yeah, thank you. Hsshhh, uh yeah, God.
W: I don’t know what you mean by that. You know I never did anything.
M: That’s right. You didn’t do anything. You didn’t stop them, not once.
W: How did you… Hahhhh, Max! Please!
M: For every time you stood there and watched, pretending it wasn’t happening.
W: I’m sorry.
M: No your not. You just don’t want to die.
W: [Cries]
S: Max is doing it. Everything I’ve been seeing.
D: You sure about this.
S: Yeah, I saw him.
D: How’s he pulling it off?
S: I don’t know, it looked like telekinesis.
D: So he’s psychic, he’s a, a spoon bender?
S: I didn’t even realize it, but this whole time he was there, he was outside the garage when his dad died, he was in the apartment when his uncle died. These visions, this whole time, I wasn’t connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max. The thing I don’t get is why man, I guess because we’re so alike?
D: What’re you talking about. Dude’s nothing like you.
S: Well, we both have psychic abilities, we’re both,
D: Both what? Sam, Max is a monster he’s already killed two people, now he’s gunnin for a third.
S: Well with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people, I’m sorry man, I hate to say it, but it’s not that insane.
D: Yeah, but it doesn’t justify murdering your entire family.
S: Dean.
D: He’s no different than anything else we’ve hunted. Alright, we gotta end him.
S: We’re not going to kill Max.
D: Than what, I hand him over to the cops and say lock him up officer, he kills with the power of his mind.
S: Forget it. No way man.
D: Sam.
S: Dean. He’s a person. We can talk to him. Hey promise me you’ll follow my lead on this one.
D: Alright fine. But I’m not letting him hurt anybody else.
W: You know I never did anything.
M: That’s right. You didn’t do anything. You didn’t stop them, not once.
W: Father’s?
M: What’re you doing here?
D: Uh, sorry to interrupt.
S: Max, could we uh, could we talk to you outside for, for just one second?
M: About what?
S: It’s, it’s private, um, I wouldn’t want to bother your mother with it. We won’t be long at all though, I promise.
M: Okay.
S: Great.
M: You’re not priests.
W: Max, what’s happening!
M: Shut up!
W: What’re you doing! [Cries out as she is slammed into kitchen island]
M: I said shut up!
S: Max, calm down.
M: Who are you?
S: We just want to talk to you.
M: Yeah right! That’s why you brought this!
S: That was a mistake alright, so was lying about who we were but no more lying Max, okay? Just, please, just hear me out.
M: About what?
S: I saw you do it. I saw you kill your dad and your uncle before it happened.
M: What?
S: I’m having visions Max, about you.
M: You’re crazy.
S: So you weren’t going to launch a knife at your stepmom, right here. Is it that hard to believe Max, look what you can do. Max I was drawn here alright, I think I’m here to help you.
M: No one can help me.
S: Let me try. We’ll just talk, me and you, we’ll get Dean and Alice out of here.
D: Nuh uh, no way.
M: Nobody leaves this house.
S: And nobody has to alright. They’ll just, they’ll just go upstairs.
D: Sam I’m not leaving you alone with him.
S: Yes you are. Look Max you’re in charge here alright, we all know that. No one’s going to do anything that you don’t want to do, but I’m talking five minutes here man.
D: Sam!
M: Five minutes. Go.
W: Uhhh, oh.
D: C’mon.
S: Look, I can’t begin to understand what you went through.
M: That’s right you can’t.
S: But Max this has to stop.
M: It will, after my stepmother.
S: No, you need to let her go.
M: Why?
S: Did she beat you?
M: No, but she never tried to save me, she’s a part of it too.
S: Look what they did to you, what they all did to you, growing up, they deserved to be punished,
M: Growing up? Try last week. My dad still hit me, just in places people wouldn’t see it. Old habits die hard I guess.
S: I’m sorry.
M: When I first found out I could move things, it was a gift. My whole life I was helpless but now I have this. So last week, dad gets drunk, first time in a long time, and he beats me to hell, first time in a long time, and then I knew what I had to do.
S: Why didn’t you just leave?
M: It wasn’t about getting away. Just knowing that they’d still be out there. It was about, not being afraid. When my dad used to look at me, there was hate in his eyes. Do you know what that feels like?
S: No.
M: He blamed me for everything, for his job, for his life, for my mom’s death.
S: Why would he blame you for your mom’s death?
M: Because she died in my nursery, while I was asleep in my crib, as if that makes it my fault.
S: She died in your nursery?
M: Yeah, there was a fire and he’d get drunk and babble on like she died in some insane way. He said that she burned up, pinned to the ceiling.
S: Listen to me Max, what your dad said about what happened to your mom, it’s real.
M: What?
S: It happened to my mom too, exactly the same. My nursery, my crib, my dad saw her on the ceiling.
M: Your dad must’ve been as drunk as mine.
S: No, no, it’s the same thing Max, the same thing killed our mothers.
M: It’s impossible.
S: This must be why I’ve been having visions during the day, why they’re getting more intense, because you and I must be connected in some way. Your abilities, they started six, seven months ago right? Out of the blue?
M: How’d you know that?
S: Because that’s when my abilities started Max. I mean yours seems to be much further along, but still this, this mean something, right? I mean for some reason, you and I, you and I were chosen.
M: For what?
S: I don’t know, but Dean and I, my brother and I, we’re hunting for your mom’s killer and we can find answers, answers that can help us both. But you gotta let us go Max, you gotta let your stepmother go.
M: No. What they did to me. I still have nightmares. I’m still scared all the time, like, I’m just waiting for the next beating. I’m just tired of being scared, if I do this it’ll be over.
S: No don’t you get it, it won’t. The nightmares won’t end Max, not like this. It’s just, more pain, and it makes you as bad as them. Max, you don’t have to go through all this by yourself.
M: I’m sorry.
S: No! Max! No, Max!
Dean: [Groaning form being slammed into wall]
W: Max!
D: Son of a…
W: No. No. Max. Max. No. Max.
M: Stay back. It’s not about you.
D: You want to kill, you gotta go through me first.
M: Okay.
S: [Harsh breathing, gasping] No. NO!
W: Max. No.
M: Stay back. It’s not about you.
D: You gonna kill her, you gotta go through me first.
M: Okay.
S: No, don’t! Don’t! Please! Please, Max. Max, we can help you, alright. But this, what you’re doing, it’s not the solution, it’s not going to fix anything.
M: You’re right.
S: No!
W: Max attacked me, he threatened me with a gun.
O: And these two?
W: They’re um, family friends. I called them, soon as Max arrived, I was scared. They tried to stop him, they fought for the gun.
O: Where did Max get the gun?
W: I don’t know… he showed up with it… and he… [Cries]
O: It’s alright Mrs. Miller.
W: I’ve lost everyone.
O: Okay, we’ll give you a call if we have any further questions.
D: Thanks officer. C’mon.
S: If I’d just said something else, gotten through to him somehow.
D: Ah, don’t do that.
S: Do what?
D: Torture yourself. It wouldn’t have mattered what you said, Max was too far gone.
S: When I think about how he looked at me man, right before. Shoulda done something.
D: Come on man, you risked your life. I mean yeah, maybe if we’d gotten there twenty years earlier.
S: Hwooh, well I’ll tell you one thing, we’re lucky we had dad.
D: Huh, well I never thought I’d hear you say that.
S: Well, it coulda gone a whole other way after mom. A little more tequila, a little less demon hunting, then we woulda had Max’s childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay. Thanks to him.
D: All things considered.
S: Dean I’ve been thinking.
D: Well that’s never a good thing.
S: I’m serious. I’ve been thinking, why would this demon, or whatever it is, why would it kill mom and Jessica and Max’s mother, y’know, what does it want?
D: No idea.
S: Well you think, maybe it, it was after us? After Max and me?
D: Why would you think that?
S: I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions, we both had abilities y’know. Maybe, maybe it was after us for some reason.
D: Sam if it wanted you, it would’ve just taken you. Okay? This is not your fault. It’s not about you.
S: Then what is it about?
D: It’s about that damn thing that did this to our family. The thing that we’re going to find, the thing that we’re going to kill. And that’s all.
S: Actually there’s uh, something else too.
D: Oh jeez, what?
S: When Max locked me in that closet, that big cabinet against the door… I moved it.
D: Hunh. You’ve a little more upper body strength then I gave you credit for.
S: No man, I moved it. Like, Max.
D: Oh. Right.
S: Yeah.
D: Bend this.
S: I can’t turn it on and off Dean.
D: Well how’d you do it?
S: I don’t know, I can’t control it, I just. I saw you die and it just came out of me, like a, like a punch, y’know, like a freak adrenaline thing.
D: Well I’m sure it won’t happen again.
S: Yeah maybe. Aren’t you worried man? Aren’t you worried that I could turn into Max or something?
D: Nope, no way. You know why?
S: No why?
D: Cause’ you got one advantage that Max didn’t have.
S: Dad? Because Dad's not here Dean.
D: No. Me. Long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you. Now then, I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go.
S: Where.
D: Vegas.
S: Pstsshhh.
D: What? Come on man. Craps table, we’d clean up.
Supernatural haitus, see what you've reduced me too! Damn you! [Shakes fist at the PTB]
Dialogue only.
S = Sam
D = Dean
J = Jim Miller, dead guy in the beginning.
E: Extra’s
R: Roger Miller, dead guys brother.
W: Alice Miller, wife of dead guy
M: Max Miller, the son of dead guy.
O: Officer.
J: [Coughing] Help, somebody help me! [Coughing] Somebody help!
S: Dean. Dean.
D: Hnnhh. What’re you doing man it’s the middle of the night.
S: We have to go.
D: What’s happening?
S: We have to go! Right now.
S: Macready, Detective Macready, badge number 158. I’ve got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan Michigan license plate, Mary Frank 6037. Yeah okay just hurry.
D: Sammy relax, I’m sure it’s just a nightmare.
S: Yeah tell me about it.
D: I mean it y’know, a, a normal everyday naked in class nightmare. This license plate it won’t check out you’ll see.
S: It felt different Dean, real, like when I dreamt about our old house and Jessica.
D: Well yeah that makes sense you’re dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream you ever seen him before?
S: No.
D: No, exactly why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan.
S: I don’t know.
D: Well me neither.
S: Yes I’m here. Jim Miller, Saginaw Michigan. You have a street address? Got it, thanks. Huh, checks out. How far away?
D: From Saginaw?
S: Yeah.
D: Couple hours.
S: Drive faster.
D: What happened?
E: Suicide, can’t believe it.
S: Did you know him?
E: Saw him every Sunday at St. Augustine’s. He always seemed…Seemed…so normal. Guess you never know what’s going on behind closed doors.
D: Yeah, I guess not.
S: How did uh…How were they saying it happened.
E: I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running.
S: Do you know about what time they found him?
E: Well it just happened an hour or two ago. Huuuh, his poor family, I can’t even imagine what they’re going through.
D: Sam we got here as fast as we could.
S: Not fast enough, which doesn’t make any sense man. Why would I even have these premonitions unless there was a chance that I could stop them from happening?
D: I don’t know.
S: So what do you think killed him?
D: Maybe the guy just killed himself, y’know, maybe there’s nothing supernatural going on at all.
S: I’m telling you I watched it happen. He was murdered by something Dean, it trapped him in the garage.
D: Like what? A spirit? A poltergeist? What?
S: I don’t know what it was. I don’t know why I’m having these dreams. I don’t know what the hell is happening Dean. What?
D: Nothing man, I’m just worried about you.
S: Well don’t look at me like that.
D: I’m not lookin’ at you like anything. Although I gotta say you look like crap.
S: Nice, thanks.
D: Yeah well, come on let’s just pick this stuff up in the morning. Alright, we’ll check out the house, we’ll talk to the family.
S: Dean you saw them, they’re devastated, they’re not going to want to talk to us.
D: Yeah your right, but I think I know who they will talk to.
S: Who?
S: Huuhhh. This has got to be a whole new low for us.
D: Good afternoon. I’m Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley, we’re new junior priests over at St. Augustines. May we come in? Thanks.
S: We’re very sorry for your loss.
D: It’s in difficult times like these when the Lord’s guidance is most needed.
R: Look you want to pitch your whole Lord has a plan thing fine, don’t pitch it to me. My brother’s dead.
W: Roger, please.
R: Excuse me.
W: I, I’m sorry about my brother in law, he, he’s just so upset about Jim’s death. Oh, would you like some coffee?
D: That’d be great.
W: It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now.
D: Of course, after all, we are all God’s children.
S: Hnhhh.
D: What?
S: Just…tone it down a little bit, Father.
D: So Mrs. Miller, did your husband have a history of depression?
W: Nothing like that. We had our ups and downs like everyone, but we were happy. I just don’t understand, how Jim could do something like this.
S: I’m so sorry you had to find him like that.
W: Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him.
S: Do you mind, if, if maybe I go talk to him?
W: Oh, oh thank you Father.
S: Max. Hey I’m Sam.
D: Mrs. Miller you have a lovely home. How long have you lived here?
W: We moved in about five years ago.
D: Hmm. The only problem with these old houses, I bet you have all kinds of headaches.
W: Like what?
D: Well, weird leaks, uh electrical shortages, odd settling noises at night, like that, that kind of thing.
W: No, nothing like that. It’s been perfect.
D: Hmm, that’s. May I use your restroom?
W: Oh sure. It’s just up the stairs.
D: Okay.
S: So what was your dad like?
M: Just a normal dad.
S: Yeah. You live, you live at home now?
M: Yeah. I’m trying to save up for school but it’s hard.
S: So when you found your dad.
M: I woke up. I heard the engine running…I don’t know why he did it.
S: I know it’s rough, losing a parent, especially when you don’t have all the answers.
S: Anything?
D: Zip.
D: So what do you have?
S: A lot of nothing, nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built.
D: What about the land?
S: No graveyards, battlefields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property.
D: Hey man I told you I searched that house up and down, there were no cold spots, no sulfur scent, nada.
S: And the family said everything was normal?
D: Well, I mean if there was a demon or poltergeist in there don’t you think somebody would’ve noticed something? I used the infrared thermal scanner man, there was nothing.
S: So what you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sort of freakish coincidence?
D: I don’t know. I’m pretty sure that there’s nothing supernatural about that house.
S: Yeah, well, you know maybe uh, maybe it has nothing to do with the house. Hssh. Maybe… it’s just a… gosh, maybe it’s connected to Jim… in some other way.
D: What’s wrong with you?
S: Ah. Yeah my head.
D: Sam?
S: [Gasping]
D: Hey. Hey! What’s going on, talk to me.
[Vision of Roger dying]
S: It’s happening again. Something’s going to kill Roger Miller!
S: Roger Miller, nah, no just the address please. Okay, thanks. Four fifty West Grove, Apartment eleven twenty.
D: You okay?
S: Yeah.
D: If you’re going to hurl I’ll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery anh.
S: I’m fine.
D: Alright.
S: Just drive.
D: Alright.
S: Dean I’m scared man, these nightmares weren’t bad enough, now I’m seeing things when I’m awake? And these visions, or whatever, they’re getting more intense and painful.
D: Come on man, you’ll be alright. You’ll be fine.
S: What is it about the Millers? Why am I connected to them? Why am I watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to me?
D: I don’t know Sam, but we’ll figure it out okay. We face the unexplainable every single day this is just another thing.
S: No, it’s never been us. It’s never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can’t tell me this doesn’t freak you out.
D: … This doesn’t freak me out.
S: There he is. Hey Roger!
D: Hey hold up a second.
R: What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone.
S: Please! Hey Roger! We’re trying to help! Please, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
R: I don’t want your help.
S: We’re, we’re not priests you’ve got to listen to us!
D: Roger you’re in danger! C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.
D: Here, start wiping down your fingerprints, we don’t want the cops to know we’re here. Go, go c’mon. I want to take a look inside.
D: I’m telling you there was nothing in there, there’s no signs either, just like the Millers house.
S: I saw something. In the vision, like a dark shape. Something was… Something was stalking Roger.
D: Well whatever it was, we can be sure it’s not connected to their house.
S: We know it’s connected to the family itself. So what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?
D: Yeah, there’s a few that have been known to latch on to families, follow ‘em for years.
S: Angiak, banshees.
D: Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy.
S: And now something’s out for revenge and the men in their family are dying. Hey you think Max is in danger?
D: Let’s figure it out before he is.
S: Well I know one thing I have in common with these people.
D: What’s that?
S: Both our family’s are cursed.
D: Our family’s not cursed. We just, had our dark spots.
S: Our dark spots are pretty dark.
D: You’re dark.
M: My mom’s resting, she’s pretty wrecked.
D: Course.
M: All these people kept coming with, like, casseroles. I finally had to tell them all to go away, y’know cause nothing says I’m sorry like a tuna casserole.
S: How you holding up?
M: I’m okay.
S: Your dad and your uncle were, were close?
M: Yeah I guess, I mean they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little.
S: But not lately much?
M: No it’s not that it’s just, they used to be neighbors when I was a kid and we lived across town in this house and Uncle Roger lived next door so he was over all the time.
S: Right. So how was it in that house, when you were a kid?
M: It’s fine, why?
D: All good memories? Do you remember anything unusual, something involving your father and your uncle maybe?
M: What do you… Why do you ask?
D: Just a question.
M: No, there was nothing, we were totally normal, happy.
D: Good. It’s good. Well you must be exhausted, we should uh, we should take off.
S: Right. Thanks.
M: Yeah.
D: Nobody’s family is totally normal and happy, you see when he was talking about his old house.
S: Sounded scared.
D: That Max isn’t telling us everything, I say we go find the old neighborhood and find out what life was really like for the Millers.
S: Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?
E: Yeah almost twenty years now, it’s nice and quiet. Why you looking to buy?
S: No, no, actually we were just wondering if uh, if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe.
D: Yeah the Millers, they uh, they had a little boy named Max.
S: Right.
E: Yeah, I remember, the brother had the place next door. So uh, what’s this about? That poor kid okay?
S: What do you mean?
E: Well in my life I’ve never seen a child treated like that. I mean I’d hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street. He was a, a mean drunk. Used to beat the tar out of Max. Bruises, broke his arm two times that I know of.
S: This was going on regularly.
E: Practically everyday. Fact that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy, but the worst part was the stepmother, she just stand there checked out, never lifted a finger to protect him. I must’ve called the police seven or eight times, never did any good.
D: Now you said stepmother?
E: I think his real mom died, eh some sorta accident, car accident I think. Eh, You okay there?
S: Uh, yeah.
D: Thanks for your time.
S: Uh, yeah, thank you. Hsshhh, uh yeah, God.
W: I don’t know what you mean by that. You know I never did anything.
M: That’s right. You didn’t do anything. You didn’t stop them, not once.
W: How did you… Hahhhh, Max! Please!
M: For every time you stood there and watched, pretending it wasn’t happening.
W: I’m sorry.
M: No your not. You just don’t want to die.
W: [Cries]
S: Max is doing it. Everything I’ve been seeing.
D: You sure about this.
S: Yeah, I saw him.
D: How’s he pulling it off?
S: I don’t know, it looked like telekinesis.
D: So he’s psychic, he’s a, a spoon bender?
S: I didn’t even realize it, but this whole time he was there, he was outside the garage when his dad died, he was in the apartment when his uncle died. These visions, this whole time, I wasn’t connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max. The thing I don’t get is why man, I guess because we’re so alike?
D: What’re you talking about. Dude’s nothing like you.
S: Well, we both have psychic abilities, we’re both,
D: Both what? Sam, Max is a monster he’s already killed two people, now he’s gunnin for a third.
S: Well with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people, I’m sorry man, I hate to say it, but it’s not that insane.
D: Yeah, but it doesn’t justify murdering your entire family.
S: Dean.
D: He’s no different than anything else we’ve hunted. Alright, we gotta end him.
S: We’re not going to kill Max.
D: Than what, I hand him over to the cops and say lock him up officer, he kills with the power of his mind.
S: Forget it. No way man.
D: Sam.
S: Dean. He’s a person. We can talk to him. Hey promise me you’ll follow my lead on this one.
D: Alright fine. But I’m not letting him hurt anybody else.
W: You know I never did anything.
M: That’s right. You didn’t do anything. You didn’t stop them, not once.
W: Father’s?
M: What’re you doing here?
D: Uh, sorry to interrupt.
S: Max, could we uh, could we talk to you outside for, for just one second?
M: About what?
S: It’s, it’s private, um, I wouldn’t want to bother your mother with it. We won’t be long at all though, I promise.
M: Okay.
S: Great.
M: You’re not priests.
W: Max, what’s happening!
M: Shut up!
W: What’re you doing! [Cries out as she is slammed into kitchen island]
M: I said shut up!
S: Max, calm down.
M: Who are you?
S: We just want to talk to you.
M: Yeah right! That’s why you brought this!
S: That was a mistake alright, so was lying about who we were but no more lying Max, okay? Just, please, just hear me out.
M: About what?
S: I saw you do it. I saw you kill your dad and your uncle before it happened.
M: What?
S: I’m having visions Max, about you.
M: You’re crazy.
S: So you weren’t going to launch a knife at your stepmom, right here. Is it that hard to believe Max, look what you can do. Max I was drawn here alright, I think I’m here to help you.
M: No one can help me.
S: Let me try. We’ll just talk, me and you, we’ll get Dean and Alice out of here.
D: Nuh uh, no way.
M: Nobody leaves this house.
S: And nobody has to alright. They’ll just, they’ll just go upstairs.
D: Sam I’m not leaving you alone with him.
S: Yes you are. Look Max you’re in charge here alright, we all know that. No one’s going to do anything that you don’t want to do, but I’m talking five minutes here man.
D: Sam!
M: Five minutes. Go.
W: Uhhh, oh.
D: C’mon.
S: Look, I can’t begin to understand what you went through.
M: That’s right you can’t.
S: But Max this has to stop.
M: It will, after my stepmother.
S: No, you need to let her go.
M: Why?
S: Did she beat you?
M: No, but she never tried to save me, she’s a part of it too.
S: Look what they did to you, what they all did to you, growing up, they deserved to be punished,
M: Growing up? Try last week. My dad still hit me, just in places people wouldn’t see it. Old habits die hard I guess.
S: I’m sorry.
M: When I first found out I could move things, it was a gift. My whole life I was helpless but now I have this. So last week, dad gets drunk, first time in a long time, and he beats me to hell, first time in a long time, and then I knew what I had to do.
S: Why didn’t you just leave?
M: It wasn’t about getting away. Just knowing that they’d still be out there. It was about, not being afraid. When my dad used to look at me, there was hate in his eyes. Do you know what that feels like?
S: No.
M: He blamed me for everything, for his job, for his life, for my mom’s death.
S: Why would he blame you for your mom’s death?
M: Because she died in my nursery, while I was asleep in my crib, as if that makes it my fault.
S: She died in your nursery?
M: Yeah, there was a fire and he’d get drunk and babble on like she died in some insane way. He said that she burned up, pinned to the ceiling.
S: Listen to me Max, what your dad said about what happened to your mom, it’s real.
M: What?
S: It happened to my mom too, exactly the same. My nursery, my crib, my dad saw her on the ceiling.
M: Your dad must’ve been as drunk as mine.
S: No, no, it’s the same thing Max, the same thing killed our mothers.
M: It’s impossible.
S: This must be why I’ve been having visions during the day, why they’re getting more intense, because you and I must be connected in some way. Your abilities, they started six, seven months ago right? Out of the blue?
M: How’d you know that?
S: Because that’s when my abilities started Max. I mean yours seems to be much further along, but still this, this mean something, right? I mean for some reason, you and I, you and I were chosen.
M: For what?
S: I don’t know, but Dean and I, my brother and I, we’re hunting for your mom’s killer and we can find answers, answers that can help us both. But you gotta let us go Max, you gotta let your stepmother go.
M: No. What they did to me. I still have nightmares. I’m still scared all the time, like, I’m just waiting for the next beating. I’m just tired of being scared, if I do this it’ll be over.
S: No don’t you get it, it won’t. The nightmares won’t end Max, not like this. It’s just, more pain, and it makes you as bad as them. Max, you don’t have to go through all this by yourself.
M: I’m sorry.
S: No! Max! No, Max!
Dean: [Groaning form being slammed into wall]
W: Max!
D: Son of a…
W: No. No. Max. Max. No. Max.
M: Stay back. It’s not about you.
D: You want to kill, you gotta go through me first.
M: Okay.
S: [Harsh breathing, gasping] No. NO!
W: Max. No.
M: Stay back. It’s not about you.
D: You gonna kill her, you gotta go through me first.
M: Okay.
S: No, don’t! Don’t! Please! Please, Max. Max, we can help you, alright. But this, what you’re doing, it’s not the solution, it’s not going to fix anything.
M: You’re right.
S: No!
W: Max attacked me, he threatened me with a gun.
O: And these two?
W: They’re um, family friends. I called them, soon as Max arrived, I was scared. They tried to stop him, they fought for the gun.
O: Where did Max get the gun?
W: I don’t know… he showed up with it… and he… [Cries]
O: It’s alright Mrs. Miller.
W: I’ve lost everyone.
O: Okay, we’ll give you a call if we have any further questions.
D: Thanks officer. C’mon.
S: If I’d just said something else, gotten through to him somehow.
D: Ah, don’t do that.
S: Do what?
D: Torture yourself. It wouldn’t have mattered what you said, Max was too far gone.
S: When I think about how he looked at me man, right before. Shoulda done something.
D: Come on man, you risked your life. I mean yeah, maybe if we’d gotten there twenty years earlier.
S: Hwooh, well I’ll tell you one thing, we’re lucky we had dad.
D: Huh, well I never thought I’d hear you say that.
S: Well, it coulda gone a whole other way after mom. A little more tequila, a little less demon hunting, then we woulda had Max’s childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay. Thanks to him.
D: All things considered.
S: Dean I’ve been thinking.
D: Well that’s never a good thing.
S: I’m serious. I’ve been thinking, why would this demon, or whatever it is, why would it kill mom and Jessica and Max’s mother, y’know, what does it want?
D: No idea.
S: Well you think, maybe it, it was after us? After Max and me?
D: Why would you think that?
S: I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions, we both had abilities y’know. Maybe, maybe it was after us for some reason.
D: Sam if it wanted you, it would’ve just taken you. Okay? This is not your fault. It’s not about you.
S: Then what is it about?
D: It’s about that damn thing that did this to our family. The thing that we’re going to find, the thing that we’re going to kill. And that’s all.
S: Actually there’s uh, something else too.
D: Oh jeez, what?
S: When Max locked me in that closet, that big cabinet against the door… I moved it.
D: Hunh. You’ve a little more upper body strength then I gave you credit for.
S: No man, I moved it. Like, Max.
D: Oh. Right.
S: Yeah.
D: Bend this.
S: I can’t turn it on and off Dean.
D: Well how’d you do it?
S: I don’t know, I can’t control it, I just. I saw you die and it just came out of me, like a, like a punch, y’know, like a freak adrenaline thing.
D: Well I’m sure it won’t happen again.
S: Yeah maybe. Aren’t you worried man? Aren’t you worried that I could turn into Max or something?
D: Nope, no way. You know why?
S: No why?
D: Cause’ you got one advantage that Max didn’t have.
S: Dad? Because Dad's not here Dean.
D: No. Me. Long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you. Now then, I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go.
S: Where.
D: Vegas.
S: Pstsshhh.
D: What? Come on man. Craps table, we’d clean up.