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New sides have been released for episode eleven. Can you believe we now have spoilers for half the season?
The episode is called “Playthings”
Note: My comments are in pink. :)
Teaser:
Super Title: Cornwall, Connecticut
Ext. Cornwall Inn- Night (Day 1)
We’re outside a gloomy old mansion… now a dying hotel. The trees are bare. An old fashioned wooded sign-“Cornwall Inn, Vacancy-shivers in the wind, squeaking on its rusty hinges. A Goodwill truck is parked by the front door.
Int. Cornwall Inn-Main Lobby-Night
Montage of close ups. A series of framed photos on the walls. Many are vaguely ominous, sepia-toned portraits from the early 1900’s. The dead, staring grim-faced and dull-eyed, out from the great beyond.
The framed photos are everywhere-covering the walls of the front lobby. Faded Victorian décor. The place was elegant once…now it’s just creepy. Antique furniture. Old curios on tabletops.
It’s the off season; the place is pretty deserted.
Susan Thompson (30, attractive, harried single mom) heads for the grand staircase with Larry, a burly Goodwill deliveryman.
Susan: Most of the stuff is up here.
Larry: I still can’t believe you’re closing, Ms. Thompson…
As they climb the steps-
Larry: …You know, my parents got engaged here. Grandparents, too.
Susan nods, a brief pang of regret, then:
Susan: A lot of people did. (then) Boxes are at the end of the hall. Need any help?
Larry: No, ma’am, I got it.
Larry heads up the upstairs hall, passing-
Tyler Thompson, 9, and Margaret, 10. They sit on the floor of the upper landing, feet dangling through the stairway railing bars. Tyler looks up at her Mother pleading-
Tyler: He’s gonna take our toys?
Susan: Only the ones you don’t play with anymore. And it’s not like you don’t have enough already-
Margaret: (quietly) Son of a bitch.
Tyler: (louder) Son of a bitch!
Susan: Watch your mouth.
Tyler: Margaret said it first.
Susan: (as she heads down steps) You watch your mouth too, Margaret.
Int. Thompsons’ Apartment-Day-Moments Later
The girls enter. In the dimly lit main room we see a couple more packing boxes.
Series of tight shots. Antique dolls…porcelain dolls, wooden dolls, cloth dolls…fill the shelves and cabinets around the room. They peer at us from everywhere with their black, dead, glassy eyes…
A few other old fashioned toys (like tinkle tonks, whirligigs, and wind up animals) litter the ground, lifeless, spread before the main attraction-a huge, ornate Dollhouse-A replica of this very hotel.
(Pages Skip)
Sam: I’m not so sure “haunted’s” the problem.
Dean: What makes you say that?
Sam points out the decorative pottery urn next to the door.
Sam: This pattern here?
He points. Carved into the urn is a black X with five red circles: one in the middle and one at the end of each line.
Sam: It’s a ‘quincunx’. Five-spot.
So I read online that in hoodoo, a quincunx can be used to poison an enemy. An innocent person may or may not be harmed by it, but the person it is intended for will be.
Dean: (rings a bell) Oh yeah. Used in hoodoo spellwork, right?
Sam: Fill the thing with sticks of blood weed…you got a powerful charm. To ward off enemies.
Dean: Yeah, except I’m not seeing any blood weed. And I don’t know, isn’t this joint a little…white meat…for hoodoo?
Sam:…Maybe.
Off Sam checking out the urn-
Int. Cornwall Inn Lobby- Continuous
Behind the front desk, Susan stands next to Robert Carlton, 40, pompous prick in suit and tie. He surveys the mostly empty lobby.
Carlton: The place needs a lot of work…but we’ll get it done. (condescending) I mean, I’ve seen a lot worse.
Sam and dean enter. Dean is carrying a duffle with a shoulder strap. Susan is glad to get away from Carlton.
Susan: Excuse me.
Carlton nods, exits for the back-
Susan: (To Sam and Dean) May I help you?
Dean: Yes, we’d like a room for a couple of nights-
Suddenly…Tyler and Margaret dash through the room, between Sam and Dean, weaving in and out. Tyler bumps into Sam-
Susan: Hey!
The girls run through the lobby and up the stairs, giggling.
Susan: (To Sam) Sorry about that.
Sam: No problem.
As Susan goes behind the front desk to check them in…
Susan: So lemme guess. You guys are here antiquing?
Dean: How’d you know?
Susan: You just look the type. So…a king-sized bed?
Dean: What? No. Two singles. We’re brothers.
Susan: Oh. I’m so sorry.
Dean: Wait, what do you mean, “we look the type?”
Sam steps in, puts a credit card on the front desk. Breaking the awkward moment-
Sam: Speaking of antiques, that’s an interesting urn on your front porch. Where’d you get it?
Susan: Oh, I have no idea. It’s been there forever. (checking Credit Card) Here you are, Mr. Mahoggoff.
As Sam signs the hotel bill, Susan rings the service bell.
Susan: you’ll be staying in room 237.
Sherwin, late 60’s, the lifer bellman, shuffles in.
Susan: Sherwin, could you show these gentleman to their room?
Sherwin looks Dean and Sam up and down…
Sherwin: Lemme guess. Antiquers?
Int. Cornwall Inn- Second floor hallway- Moments later
Sherwin escorts the brothers up the dark hall to their room. He drags Dean’s duffle across the floor, holding the shoulder strap, listless, like a dog leash.
Dean: Um…maybe I could help you there with the bag…
Sherwin: I got it.
Sam: So, I read somewhere that they’re selling the hotel.
(Pages Skip)
Sam: Handling the sale of the hotel. (then) Number two-Larry Williams. Moving hotel stuff out to Goodwill.
So apparently, the Goodwill guy gets killed. People are getting killed that helped to close the place.
Dean figures out what Sam is getting at:
Dean: So there’s a connection. They were both involved with shutting down the place.
Sam: So maybe someone doesn’t want to leave. And so they’re using that hoodoo that you-do.
Dean: My god. Is that your idea of being funny?
Sam: F.O., dude.
Ha Ha Ha!
Dean: So who you got down for the witchdoctor? That Susan lady, at the front desk?
Sam: Doesn’t seem like it. She’s the one selling the place.
Dean: (Even more doubtful) Old Sherwin?
Sam doesn’t have an answer, but…
Sam: Let’s have a look around.
He heads for the door, Dean follows.
Int. third Floor Hallway-Day
Sam and Dean walk down the empty hall, their footsteps echoing. When Sam spots something-
Sam: Hey. Look.
He points at an old pottery vase on a rickety table outside a closed door. Sam picks up the vase and sees something carved into its side: a Five-Spot. Exactly like the urn.
Sam: More hoodoo.
Dean nods and looks up at the closed door. He knocks. Susan opens the door.
Dean: Hi there.
Susan: Hi.
Quick beat, as Sam and Dean try to figure out their next move.
Susan:… Is everything okay with your room?
Sam: Oh, yeah. It’s great.
Susan: (A little nonplussed) Good. Well, I was just in the middle of packing, so…
That’s her attempt at an exit line. Dean looks past her through the open door.
Dean: Wow, what an awesome windowframe. It looks almost…Carthaginian. Is there any chance we could come in and take a look?
Susan hesitates; she’s really very busy.
Sam: He’s a total freak for windowframes.
Susan rolls her eyes a little, but can’t help smiling.
Susan: Okay, come on in.
She steps aside and lets them in.
Int. Thompson’s Apartment-Day
Dean and Sam enter…taking in the shelves and cabinets of black-eyed dolls-
Dean: (Creeped out) Wow. Look at all these dolls. They’re really…nice. Not creepy at all.
Susan: (laughing) I suppose they are a little creepy. But they’ve been in the family forever. Lot of sentimental value-
Sam: I bet a lot of cash value, too.
Susan: Maybe. That never mattered much to us. Toys are meant to be played with, you know.
Dean has been inspecting the large dollhouse-
Dean: What is this, the hotel?
Susan: That’s right. Exact replica. Custom built, in 1945.
Now Dean sees something. Picks up a small doll from the floor of the dollhouse Main lobby.
Close on doll: It’s Herbert, the doll from the Teaser. His head is still twisted around, 180 degrees.
Dean: (eyes on Sam) His head’s a little twisted. (To Sarah) What happened to it?
Susan: Tyler, probably.
Tyler: (O.S.) Mommy!
Sam and Dean look up; Tyler’s running in from the hallway.
Tyler: Margaret’s being mean!
Susan sighs, trying to be patient-
Susan: Tyler, you tell her I said to be nice, okay?
Dean stoops down to Tyler’s level.
Dean: Hey Tyler. (Holds up Herbert) I see you broke your doll…want me to fix it?
Tyler: I didn’t break it. I found it like that!
Dean: Then it must have been Margaret.
Tyler: No. We’d never beak ‘em. We don’t want Grandma to get mad.
Susan: Tyler, she wouldn’t be mad.
Sam: Grandma?
Tyler: Grandma Rose. These were all her toys, when she was a girl.
Sam: And where is she, right now?
Tyler points to the side door-
Tyler: (Solemn) In her room.
Sam and Dean throw each other a look, then Sam turns to Susan:
Sam: I’d love to talk to Rose about these incredible dol-
Susan: (Sharply) No. (Softens) …I’m afraid that’s impossible. My mother’s been very sick. She’s not taking visitors.
Sam and Dean eye Susan- was that a hint of menace?
Int. Hallway- Day
Sam and Dean walk away from the Thompsons’ apartment. Keeping their voices low:
Dean: So…what do you think? Dolls? Hoodoo? Spooky, mysterious, shut-in Grandma?
Sam: (could be) There is a ton of lore-dolls used in Hoodoo and voodoo, for curses, binding spells.
Dean: Alright. I’ll ask around, see what I can dig up about Granny. (Then) Check on-line. Old obits. Freak accidents, that kinda thing. Maybe she’s whacked people before.
As they split up, Dean calls after him-
Dean: And don’t just go look at porn, either.
Sam: Bite me.
Oh man! I hope Sam wasn't looking at it again, and that is just a reference to last time. I don't want Sam to be one of those guys
Int. Thompsons’ Apartment-Main Room-That Night
Tyler sets up a doll tea party, with some of her larger dolls, outside of the dollhouse-
(Pages Skip)
Sam: We gotta talk to her.
Dean: Brush your teeth first.
Ext. Third Floor Hallway-Morning
With Dean beside him, Sam knocks on the door of the Thompson apartment. No answer. Then he picks the lock.
Int. Thompsons’ Apartment-Continuous
The dolls seem to glare malevolently at Sam and Dean as they walk through the dark main room. Sam opens the door to…
Int. Rose’s Room-Continuous
The brothers enter. It’s a gray rainy day, the curtains are half closed and the lights are off. But after a moment they see…
…what looks like a woman’s back, sitting by the window, bundled up in blankets.
Sam: Mrs. Thompson? (No answer) Rose?
The boys step slowly toward the bundled up woman. She still doesn’t move or speak. They come forward nervously…
The camera comes slowly around, revealing: Rose’s withered body. Completely frozen…except for her eyes. The only things that show she’s alive. They are wide open and terrified.
Sam and Dean are startled by these creepy eyes, which follow their every move.
Dean: Hi. Sorry to bother you.
Rose looks even more frightened.
Sam: We’re not here to hurt you, it’s okay.
The boys back away from Rose and talk quietly:
Dean: She must’ve had a stroke.
Sam: She could be faking it.
Dean: (No effing way) Yeah, right. You wanna poke her with a stick, go ahead.
Sam: (Nods, then) For a hoodoo spell, you gotta mix herbs, chant, make an altar…it’s a hands-on thing.
Dean: It can’t be her. But then who?
Sam: (Frustrated) I don’t know, maybe it’s not even hoodoo-
Suddenly:
Susan: What the hell?!
Susan enters, outraged.
Susan: What are you doing in here!??
Dean: No, the door was-
Sam: We just wanted to ask her about-
But Susan points at Rose’s eyes:
Susan: Look at her, she’s scared out of her wits!
Sam: Ms. Thompson-
Susan: I want you out of my hotel in two minutes or I’m calling the cops!
Ext. Cornwall Inn-Day-A Minute Later
Susan watches, arms folded, still steaming, as Sam and Dean pull away from the inn in their Impala. Then she heads back inside.
Int. Lobby - Continuous
Tyler and Margaret sit across from each other. Tyler holds some Jacks-
Margaret: Your turn. Eightsies.
Tyler throws the jacks. Susan enters, frazzled from her confrontation with the brothers.
Susan: Have you started packing yet?
Tyler: No.
Susan: Why not?
Tyler: I don’t want to move.
Susan: (Trying to be patient) Yes, I know. But we have to.
Tyler: Margaret says we’re not allowed to move.
Margaret: Yeah.
Susan’s had it. She snaps.
Susan: Tyler, enough. Margaret’s imaginary. You’re too old to have an imaginary friend and I’m done pretending!
With that Susan storms off to the dining room.
Margaret turns to Tyler.
Margaret: I don’t like her.
Blackout.
End Of Act Two.
End of sides.
Okay, so I didn't realize Margaret was imaginary until the end of the sides. This whole thing is a tad confusing. People are being killed that are helping to close the hotel. Who is Margaret? Is she a ghost? What connection does she have to the dolls and the hotel? She didn't like it when the Goodwill guy was taking the toys. Is she a doll? What about the old woman? What is her part in this? I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
At least Sam and Dean are back hunting together. I figured they wouldn't be separated for more than an episode. Now I wonder if Dean did tell Sam the secret last episode.
The episode is called “Playthings”
Note: My comments are in pink. :)
Teaser:
Super Title: Cornwall, Connecticut
Ext. Cornwall Inn- Night (Day 1)
We’re outside a gloomy old mansion… now a dying hotel. The trees are bare. An old fashioned wooded sign-“Cornwall Inn, Vacancy-shivers in the wind, squeaking on its rusty hinges. A Goodwill truck is parked by the front door.
Int. Cornwall Inn-Main Lobby-Night
Montage of close ups. A series of framed photos on the walls. Many are vaguely ominous, sepia-toned portraits from the early 1900’s. The dead, staring grim-faced and dull-eyed, out from the great beyond.
The framed photos are everywhere-covering the walls of the front lobby. Faded Victorian décor. The place was elegant once…now it’s just creepy. Antique furniture. Old curios on tabletops.
It’s the off season; the place is pretty deserted.
Susan Thompson (30, attractive, harried single mom) heads for the grand staircase with Larry, a burly Goodwill deliveryman.
Susan: Most of the stuff is up here.
Larry: I still can’t believe you’re closing, Ms. Thompson…
As they climb the steps-
Larry: …You know, my parents got engaged here. Grandparents, too.
Susan nods, a brief pang of regret, then:
Susan: A lot of people did. (then) Boxes are at the end of the hall. Need any help?
Larry: No, ma’am, I got it.
Larry heads up the upstairs hall, passing-
Tyler Thompson, 9, and Margaret, 10. They sit on the floor of the upper landing, feet dangling through the stairway railing bars. Tyler looks up at her Mother pleading-
Tyler: He’s gonna take our toys?
Susan: Only the ones you don’t play with anymore. And it’s not like you don’t have enough already-
Margaret: (quietly) Son of a bitch.
Tyler: (louder) Son of a bitch!
Susan: Watch your mouth.
Tyler: Margaret said it first.
Susan: (as she heads down steps) You watch your mouth too, Margaret.
Int. Thompsons’ Apartment-Day-Moments Later
The girls enter. In the dimly lit main room we see a couple more packing boxes.
Series of tight shots. Antique dolls…porcelain dolls, wooden dolls, cloth dolls…fill the shelves and cabinets around the room. They peer at us from everywhere with their black, dead, glassy eyes…
A few other old fashioned toys (like tinkle tonks, whirligigs, and wind up animals) litter the ground, lifeless, spread before the main attraction-a huge, ornate Dollhouse-A replica of this very hotel.
(Pages Skip)
Sam: I’m not so sure “haunted’s” the problem.
Dean: What makes you say that?
Sam points out the decorative pottery urn next to the door.
Sam: This pattern here?
He points. Carved into the urn is a black X with five red circles: one in the middle and one at the end of each line.
Sam: It’s a ‘quincunx’. Five-spot.
So I read online that in hoodoo, a quincunx can be used to poison an enemy. An innocent person may or may not be harmed by it, but the person it is intended for will be.
Dean: (rings a bell) Oh yeah. Used in hoodoo spellwork, right?
Sam: Fill the thing with sticks of blood weed…you got a powerful charm. To ward off enemies.
Dean: Yeah, except I’m not seeing any blood weed. And I don’t know, isn’t this joint a little…white meat…for hoodoo?
Sam:…Maybe.
Off Sam checking out the urn-
Int. Cornwall Inn Lobby- Continuous
Behind the front desk, Susan stands next to Robert Carlton, 40, pompous prick in suit and tie. He surveys the mostly empty lobby.
Carlton: The place needs a lot of work…but we’ll get it done. (condescending) I mean, I’ve seen a lot worse.
Sam and dean enter. Dean is carrying a duffle with a shoulder strap. Susan is glad to get away from Carlton.
Susan: Excuse me.
Carlton nods, exits for the back-
Susan: (To Sam and Dean) May I help you?
Dean: Yes, we’d like a room for a couple of nights-
Suddenly…Tyler and Margaret dash through the room, between Sam and Dean, weaving in and out. Tyler bumps into Sam-
Susan: Hey!
The girls run through the lobby and up the stairs, giggling.
Susan: (To Sam) Sorry about that.
Sam: No problem.
As Susan goes behind the front desk to check them in…
Susan: So lemme guess. You guys are here antiquing?
Dean: How’d you know?
Susan: You just look the type. So…a king-sized bed?
Dean: What? No. Two singles. We’re brothers.
Susan: Oh. I’m so sorry.
Dean: Wait, what do you mean, “we look the type?”
Sam steps in, puts a credit card on the front desk. Breaking the awkward moment-
Sam: Speaking of antiques, that’s an interesting urn on your front porch. Where’d you get it?
Susan: Oh, I have no idea. It’s been there forever. (checking Credit Card) Here you are, Mr. Mahoggoff.
As Sam signs the hotel bill, Susan rings the service bell.
Susan: you’ll be staying in room 237.
Sherwin, late 60’s, the lifer bellman, shuffles in.
Susan: Sherwin, could you show these gentleman to their room?
Sherwin looks Dean and Sam up and down…
Sherwin: Lemme guess. Antiquers?
Int. Cornwall Inn- Second floor hallway- Moments later
Sherwin escorts the brothers up the dark hall to their room. He drags Dean’s duffle across the floor, holding the shoulder strap, listless, like a dog leash.
Dean: Um…maybe I could help you there with the bag…
Sherwin: I got it.
Sam: So, I read somewhere that they’re selling the hotel.
(Pages Skip)
Sam: Handling the sale of the hotel. (then) Number two-Larry Williams. Moving hotel stuff out to Goodwill.
So apparently, the Goodwill guy gets killed. People are getting killed that helped to close the place.
Dean figures out what Sam is getting at:
Dean: So there’s a connection. They were both involved with shutting down the place.
Sam: So maybe someone doesn’t want to leave. And so they’re using that hoodoo that you-do.
Dean: My god. Is that your idea of being funny?
Sam: F.O., dude.
Ha Ha Ha!
Dean: So who you got down for the witchdoctor? That Susan lady, at the front desk?
Sam: Doesn’t seem like it. She’s the one selling the place.
Dean: (Even more doubtful) Old Sherwin?
Sam doesn’t have an answer, but…
Sam: Let’s have a look around.
He heads for the door, Dean follows.
Int. third Floor Hallway-Day
Sam and Dean walk down the empty hall, their footsteps echoing. When Sam spots something-
Sam: Hey. Look.
He points at an old pottery vase on a rickety table outside a closed door. Sam picks up the vase and sees something carved into its side: a Five-Spot. Exactly like the urn.
Sam: More hoodoo.
Dean nods and looks up at the closed door. He knocks. Susan opens the door.
Dean: Hi there.
Susan: Hi.
Quick beat, as Sam and Dean try to figure out their next move.
Susan:… Is everything okay with your room?
Sam: Oh, yeah. It’s great.
Susan: (A little nonplussed) Good. Well, I was just in the middle of packing, so…
That’s her attempt at an exit line. Dean looks past her through the open door.
Dean: Wow, what an awesome windowframe. It looks almost…Carthaginian. Is there any chance we could come in and take a look?
Susan hesitates; she’s really very busy.
Sam: He’s a total freak for windowframes.
Susan rolls her eyes a little, but can’t help smiling.
Susan: Okay, come on in.
She steps aside and lets them in.
Int. Thompson’s Apartment-Day
Dean and Sam enter…taking in the shelves and cabinets of black-eyed dolls-
Dean: (Creeped out) Wow. Look at all these dolls. They’re really…nice. Not creepy at all.
Susan: (laughing) I suppose they are a little creepy. But they’ve been in the family forever. Lot of sentimental value-
Sam: I bet a lot of cash value, too.
Susan: Maybe. That never mattered much to us. Toys are meant to be played with, you know.
Dean has been inspecting the large dollhouse-
Dean: What is this, the hotel?
Susan: That’s right. Exact replica. Custom built, in 1945.
Now Dean sees something. Picks up a small doll from the floor of the dollhouse Main lobby.
Close on doll: It’s Herbert, the doll from the Teaser. His head is still twisted around, 180 degrees.
Dean: (eyes on Sam) His head’s a little twisted. (To Sarah) What happened to it?
Susan: Tyler, probably.
Tyler: (O.S.) Mommy!
Sam and Dean look up; Tyler’s running in from the hallway.
Tyler: Margaret’s being mean!
Susan sighs, trying to be patient-
Susan: Tyler, you tell her I said to be nice, okay?
Dean stoops down to Tyler’s level.
Dean: Hey Tyler. (Holds up Herbert) I see you broke your doll…want me to fix it?
Tyler: I didn’t break it. I found it like that!
Dean: Then it must have been Margaret.
Tyler: No. We’d never beak ‘em. We don’t want Grandma to get mad.
Susan: Tyler, she wouldn’t be mad.
Sam: Grandma?
Tyler: Grandma Rose. These were all her toys, when she was a girl.
Sam: And where is she, right now?
Tyler points to the side door-
Tyler: (Solemn) In her room.
Sam and Dean throw each other a look, then Sam turns to Susan:
Sam: I’d love to talk to Rose about these incredible dol-
Susan: (Sharply) No. (Softens) …I’m afraid that’s impossible. My mother’s been very sick. She’s not taking visitors.
Sam and Dean eye Susan- was that a hint of menace?
Int. Hallway- Day
Sam and Dean walk away from the Thompsons’ apartment. Keeping their voices low:
Dean: So…what do you think? Dolls? Hoodoo? Spooky, mysterious, shut-in Grandma?
Sam: (could be) There is a ton of lore-dolls used in Hoodoo and voodoo, for curses, binding spells.
Dean: Alright. I’ll ask around, see what I can dig up about Granny. (Then) Check on-line. Old obits. Freak accidents, that kinda thing. Maybe she’s whacked people before.
As they split up, Dean calls after him-
Dean: And don’t just go look at porn, either.
Sam: Bite me.
Oh man! I hope Sam wasn't looking at it again, and that is just a reference to last time. I don't want Sam to be one of those guys
Int. Thompsons’ Apartment-Main Room-That Night
Tyler sets up a doll tea party, with some of her larger dolls, outside of the dollhouse-
(Pages Skip)
Sam: We gotta talk to her.
Dean: Brush your teeth first.
Ext. Third Floor Hallway-Morning
With Dean beside him, Sam knocks on the door of the Thompson apartment. No answer. Then he picks the lock.
Int. Thompsons’ Apartment-Continuous
The dolls seem to glare malevolently at Sam and Dean as they walk through the dark main room. Sam opens the door to…
Int. Rose’s Room-Continuous
The brothers enter. It’s a gray rainy day, the curtains are half closed and the lights are off. But after a moment they see…
…what looks like a woman’s back, sitting by the window, bundled up in blankets.
Sam: Mrs. Thompson? (No answer) Rose?
The boys step slowly toward the bundled up woman. She still doesn’t move or speak. They come forward nervously…
The camera comes slowly around, revealing: Rose’s withered body. Completely frozen…except for her eyes. The only things that show she’s alive. They are wide open and terrified.
Sam and Dean are startled by these creepy eyes, which follow their every move.
Dean: Hi. Sorry to bother you.
Rose looks even more frightened.
Sam: We’re not here to hurt you, it’s okay.
The boys back away from Rose and talk quietly:
Dean: She must’ve had a stroke.
Sam: She could be faking it.
Dean: (No effing way) Yeah, right. You wanna poke her with a stick, go ahead.
Sam: (Nods, then) For a hoodoo spell, you gotta mix herbs, chant, make an altar…it’s a hands-on thing.
Dean: It can’t be her. But then who?
Sam: (Frustrated) I don’t know, maybe it’s not even hoodoo-
Suddenly:
Susan: What the hell?!
Susan enters, outraged.
Susan: What are you doing in here!??
Dean: No, the door was-
Sam: We just wanted to ask her about-
But Susan points at Rose’s eyes:
Susan: Look at her, she’s scared out of her wits!
Sam: Ms. Thompson-
Susan: I want you out of my hotel in two minutes or I’m calling the cops!
Ext. Cornwall Inn-Day-A Minute Later
Susan watches, arms folded, still steaming, as Sam and Dean pull away from the inn in their Impala. Then she heads back inside.
Int. Lobby - Continuous
Tyler and Margaret sit across from each other. Tyler holds some Jacks-
Margaret: Your turn. Eightsies.
Tyler throws the jacks. Susan enters, frazzled from her confrontation with the brothers.
Susan: Have you started packing yet?
Tyler: No.
Susan: Why not?
Tyler: I don’t want to move.
Susan: (Trying to be patient) Yes, I know. But we have to.
Tyler: Margaret says we’re not allowed to move.
Margaret: Yeah.
Susan’s had it. She snaps.
Susan: Tyler, enough. Margaret’s imaginary. You’re too old to have an imaginary friend and I’m done pretending!
With that Susan storms off to the dining room.
Margaret turns to Tyler.
Margaret: I don’t like her.
Blackout.
End Of Act Two.
End of sides.
Okay, so I didn't realize Margaret was imaginary until the end of the sides. This whole thing is a tad confusing. People are being killed that are helping to close the hotel. Who is Margaret? Is she a ghost? What connection does she have to the dolls and the hotel? She didn't like it when the Goodwill guy was taking the toys. Is she a doll? What about the old woman? What is her part in this? I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
At least Sam and Dean are back hunting together. I figured they wouldn't be separated for more than an episode. Now I wonder if Dean did tell Sam the secret last episode.