Spoilers For Episodes 213-215
These spoilers came out awhile ago, but I never got around to posting them. I doubt anyone really reads them on here but I like to keep track of these things (because I'm weird like that lol) so I'll post them anyway.
Sides For Episode 13 "Touched"
Sides For Father Reynolds and Father Gregory (combined)
Int. Church - Day
Sam and Dean, shirts a bit more tucked and buttoned (out of respect), walk with Father Reynolds (60s. vibrant, straight-shooter) through the cavernous, impressive cathedral.
Father Reynolds: I’m delighted to hear you’re interested in joining the parish.
Dean: Well, you know, Father, we just don’t feel right unless we hit church every Sunday.
Father Reynolds leads them to a pew, offers them a seat. He sits in front of them, turns around to face them.
Father Reynolds: Where did you say you lived before?
Sam: Ah-
Dean: (without missing a beat) Premont, Texas.
Father Reynolds: Ah yes! Lovely little town.
Quick uh-oh look between the boys. Dean covers with a smile.
Father Reynolds: St. Theresa parish. Then you must know the priest there-
Dean: Sure-Father… O’ (working for it) -Malley?
Father Reynolds: Um. I know a father Shaughnessy…
Dean: Shaughnessy. Right, Exactly. What did I say?
Sam glares at Dean to stop while he’s ahead.
Sam: We’re just glad to be here now, Father.
Father Reynolds: And we’re glad to have you. We can use some young blood around here.
Dean: I have to ask you, Father. No offense intended, but, the neighborhood?
Father Reynolds: It’s gone a little to seed, I can’t deny that. But that’s why what the church does is so important. (then) Like I say: expect a miracle, but in the meantime work your butt off.
Dean: We heard about those murders.
Reynolds nods somberly, visibly affected, pained.
Father Reynolds: The victims were parishioners. I’d known them for years…
Sam: Now the killers said an angel told them to do it?
Father Reynolds: Yes. Misguided souls. To think that God’s messenger appeared to them-it’s tragic.
Dean addresses the priest-but clearly for Sam’s benefit-
Dean: So you don’t believe all those old angel yarns?
Sam shoots a look at Dean, who looks back innocently.
Father Reynolds: Oh, no. I absolutely believe. Kind of in my job description, son.
Dean: But-they’re basically a parable, right? A metaphor?
Father Reynolds: Not in the least.
Reynolds gestures to a elaborate painting on the wall, of the famous image of the Archangel Michael slaying the dragon.
Father Reynolds: The archangel Michael with the flaming sword. Fighter of demons. A great and holy force against evil. They’re God’s warriors.
This rings a bell for Sam and Dean. They share an uncomfortable glance.
Ext. Church- Day
Father Reynolds walks Sam and Dean out of the church, through the large doors, onto the front steps.
Sam: Thanks for speaking with us, Father.
Father Reynolds: My pleasure. I hope to see you again.
When Dean has noticed something-off to the side of the steps, several bouquets of flowers, small trinkets, maybe a random snapshot or two.
Dean: Hey padre. What’s all that for?
Father Reynolds is visibly affected. Saddened.
Father Reynolds: Oh. That’s for Father Gregory. He was a priest here.
Dean: Was?
Father Reynolds: He passed away, right on these steps.
Dean: When did this happen?
Father Reynolds: Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys.
Sam: that’s terrible. We’re sorry.
Father Reynolds: Me, too. He was a good friend. I didn’t even have time to administer his Last Rites. (then) Like I said. Tough neighborhood. That’s why ever since he died, I’ve been praying my heart out.
Sam: (Catches Sam’s interest) For what?
Father Reynolds: Deliverance. From the violence and bloodshed around here. (weary sigh) I guess we could use a little Divine Intervention.
Sam and Dean trade looks.
Dean: Thanks, Padre. I think you’ll be seeing us again.
Ext. Church-Day-Moments Later
Sam and Dean converse, on the church’s front steps. The father is nowhere to be seen. Dean inspects the flower arrangements. He pulls out a small photo among them.
Angle on Photo. We see a smiling Father Gregory, 30’s.
Dean: It’s all starting to fit. Devoted priest dies violent-sure sounds like spirit material to me. And he knew all the stiffs, ‘cause they came here to church. In fact, being their priest, he coulda known things about ‘em no one else knew.
(Pages Skip)
Dean: you’re not killing anyone, Sam. (then) I got this guy. Go do the séance.
And with that, Dean screeches off, leaving Sam, literally holding the bag.
The Impala takes off down the road…a safe distance from the Blue Sedan, which has just rounded the corner…
Off Sam. Pissed. Frustrated. But with very little choice.
Ext. 2nd Residential Street- Night
The Impala pursues the Blue Sedan from a block away.
The Sedan parks in front of a house.
The Impala pulls over down the block; Dean watches.
A nicely-dressed woman emerges from the house. As she approaches the car, a man climbs out to greet her. An awkward kiss on the cheek. He shyly presents her with the bouquet from the market. Classic first date stuff. He opens the passenger door for her and she gets in.
On Dean. Watching. It all looks innocent so far.
The Sedan drives off. A moment later, Dean follows.
Int. Church- Basement Crypt- Night
Sam kneels on the floor in front of Gregory’s Marker. He’s laid out the white placemat, which he’s inscribed with protective symbols. A small bowl of herbs in the center. A small bowl of herbs in the center. All around the perimeter of the mat, lit white and black candles. Dad’s journal opens to a page of Latin spells.
Sam: Amate spiritus obscure, te quaerimus…Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos circita.
Sam pinches some powder over a candle. It flares. End of ceremony. When, suddenly-
Father Reynolds (O.S.): What are you doing-
Sam looks over his shoulder to see Reynolds. Reynolds’ eyes fall on the makeshift séance altar. He’s horrified.
Father Reynolds: What is this?
Sam: Father. Please. I can explain.
Then, awkwardly, he knows he’s backed into a corner-
Sam: Actually? Maybe I can’t. (then) Um. This is a séance.
Father Reynolds: A séance?! Young man, you’re in a House of God!!
Sam: (sheepish) It’s based on early Christian rites, if that helps any.
Reynolds grabs Sam by the arm. Sam doesn’t resist (the man is a priest, after all).
Father Reynolds: Enough. You’re coming with me.
Sam: Father, wait-
Reynolds leads Sam from the room, to the double doors. When, from behind their backs-
A burst of white light. Reflecting-blazing-on the backs of their heads. They both pivot, slow, shielding their eyes as they see-
The glowing oval of light.
On Reynolds. His world view rocked. Holy Shit.
Father Reynolds: (in wonder) Oh my God-is that…is that an angel?
On Sam. Devastated. Crestfallen. Knowing what this is-knowing it isn’t an angel.
Sam: No. It’s not. It’s Father Gregory.
The Light dies down. Leaving a ghostly man standing there: Father Gregory. Reynolds gasps at the sight of his friend.
Father Reynolds: (awed whisper) …Thomas…?
Father Gregory smiles benevolently.
Gregory: I’ve come in answer to your prayers.
Ext. Street- Night
The Impala continues to follow the Blue Sedan, at a safe distance.
Int. Impala- Street- Night
Dean watches as up ahead , the Sedan turns left at the corner.
Dean speeds up, turns left…and finds the street deserted.
Int. Church-Basement Crypt- Night
Sam steps forward. Addresses Father Gregory. Father Reynolds, a few steps behind, mute with shock and bewilderment.
Gregory: Sam Winchester. I’ve already sent you on your path. You should hurry.
Sam: (gently) Father, I’m sorry. But you’re not an angel.
Gregory fixes Sam with a curious look.
Gregory: Of course I am.
Sam: No you’re a man. You’re a soul, and you need to rest.
Gregory: I was a man. Now I’m an angel. (then, recalling what happened with awe) I was on the steps of the church. I felt that bullet pierce through me-and then suddenly I was flying. There was no pain-it was wonderful. I could see the whole city. See everything. (then) Father Reynolds. I saw you-praying, crying, here. I came to help you.
For the first time, Reynolds swallows his fear, his disbelief. He takes a step forward.
Father Reynolds: Help me? Help me what?
Int./Ext. Impala-Deserted Street- Night
Dean drives down the deserted street, scanning hard-where the hell did the Sedan go?
Dean: Dammit!
Int. Church-Basement Cryprt-Night
Father Reynolds: (shocked, horrified) Those murders? That was because of you??
Reynolds throws a desperate look to Sam. Sam nods, confirming that Gregory is responsible.
Gregory explains, patiently. Peaceful, benevolent half-smile upon his face.
Gregory: I received the word of God. He old me to smite the wicked. I’m carrying out His Will.
Father Reynolds: You’re driving innocent people to murder!!
Gregory: Those innocent people are being given a chance at redemption.
Father Reynolds: How can you call that redemption?
Gregory: You can’t understand it now. But it’s God’s plan. The rules of man don’t apply.
Sam: Those people, they’re locked up.
Gregory: They’re happy-they’ve found peace. Beaten their demons. And I’ve given them the keys to heaven.
Father Reynolds: (quivering with emotion) No! No. It’s vengeance…and it’s wrong. Thomas, you have to stop.
Gregory: But I don’t understand…you prayed for me…I thought this is what you wanted.
Gregory is genuinely distressed to see his mentor so upset.
Father Reynolds: No. Not this!
Reynolds just shakes his head. But Gregory is insistent.
Gregory: But I’m doing what God wants.
Ext. Alley- Night
An alley between buildings. The Sedan parked in shadow. And the Impala nowhere in sight.
(Pages skip)
The man is pulled off the woman-by Dean. Dean punches the man in the face, then slams his head against the door. The man slumps back in the seat, seemingly out cold.
Dean slams his fist on the safety lock, unlocking it.
The woman throws the door open, sobbing gratefully.
Woman: Oh my God-oh, thank God…
Dean races around the car to help her out.
Dean: You okay?
The woman is wobbly, but unharmed.
Woman: I’m fine…
Just then-Screech! The Sedan peels away. Guess the man wasn’t out cold after all.
Dean: Damn it-(to the Woman) You sure you’re okay? You got a phone?
The Woman nods yes.
Dean: Call 911!!
Dean takes off-back to the Impala, to go after the man.
Int. Church-Basement Crypt-Continuous
Sam takes a step toward the spirit.
Sam: Let us help you.
Gregory: No.
Father Reynolds: It’s time to rest, Thomas. To be at peace. Please. Let me give you Last Rites.
Gregory looks at his friend. Torn.
Reynolds makes a Cross in the air. Fighting back emotion-
Father Reynolds: O Holy hosts above, I call upon thee as a servant of Christ, to sanctify our actions this day in fulfillment of the will of God.
Gregory flickers. He feels something happening to him.
Gregory: (frightened) Father Reynolds-
Father Reynolds: (gently) Rest.
Gregory looks from Reynolds to Sam, who’s watching, moved.
Father Reynolds smiles sadly. He continues with the Rite, reading from the book.
Father Reynolds: I call upon the archangel Raphael, master of the air, to open the way. Let the fire of the Holy Spirit now descend that this being might be awakened to the world beyond…
Gregory flickers again, and then fades away.
Off Sam, watching, full of conflicting emotions-
Ext. Street-Night
The Blue Sedan tears down the road. The Impala way behind it-but catching up…
Int. Impala-Moving-Continuous
Dean’s eyes are fixed on the Sedan’s tail lights. He’s not letting that ****** get away.
Ext. Street-Continuous
The Sedan hauls ass. Ahead of it, a pickup truck full of building supplies drives through an intersection.
Sides End.
The episode is called "Welcome To My Nightmare". Unfortunately that's all we are going to get.
Episode 215 “Tall Tales”
Sides for Frat Boy
Int. College Bar- Night-Flashback
A college-town watering hole, crowded with an assortment of partying students. We move through the crowd as we hear:
Sam’s Voice:…So we said we were reporters, and we asked some questions…
We find Sam…regular street clothes, but holding a mini-cassette recorder…on the case, talking to two college students, a frat boy and a sorority girl.
Frat Boy: …yeah, we both had the Professor, for Ethics and Morality.
Sam: Why do you think he did it?
Sorority Girl: Who knows? He was tenured…wife and kids…his book was like a big deal…
Then she leans forward…conspiratorial…
Sorority Girl: Then again. Who’s to say it was suicide?
Fart Boy: Jen…come on…
Sam: What else could it be?
Sorority Girl: Well, you know about Crawford Hall.
Sam: No. I don’t, actually.
Fart Boy: It’s a buncha crap. Total urban legend.
Sorority Girl: (glaring at Frat Boy) Yeah, well, Heather’s mom went to school here, and she knew the girl.
Sam: What girl?
Sorority Girl: Like 30 years ago, this girl was having an affair with some professor. He broke it off…she jumped out the window. Killed herself.
The Frat Boy rolls his eyes at this.
Sam: You know her name?
Sorority Girl: No. But they say she jumped from room 669. Get it? If you turn the nine upside down… (beat) So now she haunts the building. And if anyone sees her…they don’t live to tell the tale.
Frat Boy: If no one lives to tell the tale, then how’s the tale get told?
Sorority Girl: Shut up, Curtis.
Sam: Thanks, guys. Excuse me.
Int. College Bar-At The Bar-Night-Flashback
Angle on: A shot glass, filled with a purple fluid. A hand enters frame, takes the shot. Empties it, puts it face down on the bar.
Wider. Dean throws back a second shot. Then a third. Then a fourth. (Remember-this is Sam’s telling…and we see his POV of Dean…Dean’s fun loving, skirt-chasing carousing should be just a tiny bit heightened.)
Sam steps up to him. Eyes the shot glasses.
Sam: What are you drinking?
(Pages Skip)
As the Frat Boy approaches Crawford Hall he stops…looks up at the old building. Which looks decidedly creepy in the moonlight. We take a beat…suspenseful, if possible-is there going to be another ghost sighting? Then…
Frat Boy: (mock scared) Ooooh…scary…
He staggers on, apparently still not believing in ghosts.
Now he heads out across the dark grassy Quad…okay, so maybe there won’t be a ghost attack…
Suddenly…a bright light shines down on him! Like an arc-light, it’s blinding and freezes the Frat Boy in his tracks.
A low rumble comes from above-there’s some kind of craft up there, not a helicopter or airplane, something hovering (X-Files fans will recognize this classic Alien abduction lore!)
The Frat Boy holds up a hand, squints into the light, trying to see what the hell it is…and seeing something amazing…
Frat Boy: …ohmygod…
The rumble grows louder and the Frat Boy suddenly rises, lifted off his feet by an unseen force and carried aloft!
The cocky kid screams! As he’s pulled slowly upwards, into the light, presumably into an unseen spacecraft…
Blackout!
End of Act One
Act Two
Int. Motel Room-Day-Present
Bobby is in shock.
Bobby: Aliens?
Sam: Yeah.
Bobby: Aliens??
Dean: Yeah!
Bobby: But…even if they are real, they sure as hell aren’t coming to earth and swiping people.
Dean: Believe me. We know.
Bobby: My whole life, I’ve never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction. It’s all just pranks and cranks.
Sam: It’s just…we don’t know how else to explain it…
Ext. Medical Center-Day-Flashback
Sam and Dean are interviewing the Frat Boy-Curtis. He sits on the front steps of the Campus Medical center. His arms wrapped around his knees in a portrait of vulnerability.
Frat Boy: I don’t wanna talk about it. No one believes me anyway.
Sam: We do.
The Frat Boy looks up. Hopeful. He so wants to be believed.
Frat Boy: I don’t want this in the paper…
Dean: you got it. We just wanna hear what happened. Off the record-
The Frat Boy takes another beat. Nods. Decides to trust these intrepid reporters.
As he haltingly tells his tale-we see memory hits. Brief flashes of experiences…
Frat Boy:…I blacked out…lost time…and when I woke up…I don’t know where I was…
Int. Dark Mysterious Location-Memory Hit
The Frat Boy lies on a stainless steel table. Held down, frozen in place, by some invisible force. His eyes dart around in terror…the room is dark…three silhouetted figures move about…we only get glimpses of them…but they appear to have skinny bodies and large heads-are they “classic Greys” of alien abduction lore?
Resume-The Frat Boy
Shudders as he relives a painful memory.
Sam: Then what…?
Frat Boy: They did…tests on me…
Int. Dark Mysterious Location-Memory Hit
We’re tight on a steel medical tray. We pan across various strange alien instruments…dental tools from hell.
Frat Boy (V.O.): …then…they probed me.
Dean (V.O.): Probed you??
Cut to:
Tight shot. An alien probe…long, thick, shiny, metallic, being carried toward the prone young man…
Tight shot. Curtis’s face. Sees it coming. Looks at it in terror.
Resume-The Frat Boy
Frat Boy: Yes. They probed me. Again and again and again and again…
The Frat Boy pauses. Sam and Dean trade looks. A Long beat. Then the Frat Boy keeps right on going.
Frat Boy:--and again and again and again. And again and again and again. And then one more time.
Dean: Yikes.
Frat Boy: (nods) But that’s not the worst of it…
Sam and Dean are surprised-and curious.
Dean: Dude. Some Space Alien made you his bitch. What could be worse?
The Frat Boy seems most embarrassed by this next bizarre revelation…
Frat Boy: …they made me…slow dance…
Int. Dark Mysterious Location-Memory hit
An overhead disco ball. Refracting beautiful raindrops of glimmering light.
Yup…to the tune of Chris De Burgh’s 80’s hit, “Lady in Red” we see the poor Frat Boy dancing, a classic Gray Alien presses its head against his mid-chest-you know, ‘cause it’s probably shorter than the Frat Boy.
Int. Motel Room-Day-Present
Bobby: You guys are exaggerating again, right?
In perfect unison, Sam and Dean shake their heads-
Sides for The Janitor
Int. Crawford Hall-Prof’s Office-Night- Flashback
We’re inside, looking at a closed door as Sam picks up the narration again…
Sam’s Voice: We went to check out the professor’s office.
We hear keys rattle… then the door is unlocked. The Janitor from the teaser lets the boys in-who are both dressed in coveralls-they’re disguised as DSL techs.
Janitor: How long’s this gonna take?
Sam: Not long.
Sam pulls out an EMF meter…as he begins running the walls with it…Dean keeps the Janitor busy with idle chit-chat.
Janitor: Not sure why you’re wiring up this office.
Dean: It’s what the work order says.
The Janitor shakes his head…
Janitor: Just…won’t do the professor much good, anymore, that’s all.
Dean spies…a bowl of hard candy on the professor’s end table. Grabs one, popping it in his mouth.
Dean: Why’s that?
Janitor: He’s dead.
Dean pops another hard candy in his mouth.
Dean: Oh. What happened?
Janitor: Went out that window, right there…
Dean nods, thoughtful. As he pops a third hard candy-
Angle on Sam and Janitor. (Note: we don’t see Dean for the next several moments.)
Sam: (to Janitor) …were you working that night?
Janitor: I’m the one found him.
Sam: You see what happened?
Janitor: Nope. I just saw him come up…and um…
Sam: What?
Janitor: (rumor mongering) Well. He wasn’t alone.
Angle on Dean. As we reveal-he’s stuffed so much candy in his mouth, he’s got chipmunk cheeks and speaks with a thick, incomprehensible mumble.
Dean: Who buzz bee bith?
The image freezes-
Dean’s voice: That is such crap!! I took one. Maybe two!
The image unfreezes, continues-
Janitor: He was with a young lady. I told the cops about her…guess they never found her…
Sam: This girl…you saw her go in…did you see her go out?
Janitor: Now that you mention it…no.
The Janitor’s only mildly interested-but Sam is intrigued.
Sam: Ever see her before?
Janitor: Not her.
Dean: (mouth still full) Mwattaya mean?
Janiotr: I don’t mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy…but Mister Morality? (leans forward) He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat…
Sam and Dean share a look…then:
Sam: One more thing. This building, it’s only four stories, right?
Janitor: Yeah…
Sam: So there’s no room 669.
Janitor: Course not. Why do you ask?
Sam: Just curious. Thanks.
Int. Motel Room-Night-Flashback
Sam and Dean enter.
Sam: No traces of EMF, that’s for sure.
Dean: And room 669’s a load of crap.
Sam: So, what? The prof was just a jumper? The legend’s just a legend?
(Pages Skip)
And what’s on this week’s cover? “Suicidal Ghost Haunts Campus…Giant Alligator Terrorizes Sewer Workers…An Alien Made Me Its Love-Slave…” Whoever this Trickster is…we realize he’s pulling his pranks from the tabloid.
As the off-screen Trickster flips pages…stopping on an article that catches his eye:
“Cannibal Mad-Man Chainsaws Family!” accompanied by a photo of a hulking Mad-Man-face hidden behind a burlap hood-a ragged hole cut out for only one eye…a bloody chainsaw held aloft in one giant hand.
Male Voice: …ohhh…that’s a good one…
We arm around to reveal who the Trickster is…it’s the Janitor we met back in Act One! Now he’s reclining in a garish Barcalounger (the one with the built-in beer can caddy!) paging through this week’s WWN. He’s wearing boxers, a tank top, black socks.
He tosses the WWN aside…glances around his bachelor-pad. First over to an empty dining room table (it’s important that it’s empty). Then over to a black leather couch-where his scruffy mutt of a dog is sawing logs.
Janitor: Hey. Could you eat? I think I could eat.
The Janitor rises off the Barcalounger, pivots to the dining room table-which is now covered with the most lavish buffet you ever saw-champagne, oysters, roasted turkey, the works.
The Mutt happily runs over, hop scotches from a chair to the table, begins devouring whatever it wants.
But the Janitor looks over the table…he can’t quite put his finger on the fact that…
Janitor: Mmm. Something’s missing.
Just then…though the room was completely empty before…suddenly two smoking hot lingerie models walk up to the Janitor. One on each side, nuzzling him. Serious pimpage.
Janitor: That’s better. (takes a beat; then grins at the girls) It’s good to be the king.
Blackout!
End Of Act Three
Int. Crawford Hall-Another Hallway-Dean
Rounds a corner…looking for signs of the janitor…slowing as he hears something. We hear it, too…Music…from around the next bend.
Dean clicks off his mag-lite…there’s a reddish glow coming from around the same corner…what the heck? Dean’s expression becomes one big huh as we realize it’s the smooth sexy vocal stylings of Barry White.
Dean rounds the corner, sees the light and music are coming from an open door. He approaches, curious, steps in…
Int. Crawford Hall-Classroom-The Music
Is louder in here. Dean peers in, seeing…
The usual stuff-desks, chalkboard. But very incongruously in the middle-a giant circular bed. A disco ball. And on (words here aren’t legible)
(Pages skip)
Janitor: I know who you and your brother are. What you do. I’ve been around a long time, run into your kind before.
Dean: Then you know I can’t let you go on hurting people…
Janitor: Come on. Those people got what was coming to ‘em. Hoisted on their own petards. (indicates girls) But you and Sam…I like you, I do. So…treat yourself. Long as you want…just long enough for me to move on to the next town…
Dean looks to the girls-ay carumba-then:
Dean: I don’t know if I can do that…
Janitor: I don’t want to hurt you-and you know I can…
Dean considers this not-so-veiled threat…as the Janitor pulls a candy bar out of a pocket, gnaws on it…
Dean: Look. I really dig your style…I mean, the slow-dancing alien…
Dean starts laughing. The Janitor does, too.
Dean: But I just can’t let you go.
Janitor: Too bad. Like I said, I liked you. (then) But Sam was right, you shouldn’t have come alone…
Dean: I agree with you there.
Just then…Bobby and Sam step into the classroom. Each wielding bloody stakes.
Along with Dean, they encircle the Janitor-getting the drop on him. There’s nowhere for the guy to run. As they all close in-tightening the noose-
The Janitor looks back at Dean, amused-
Janitor: That fight you guys had outside-just a trick?
Dean gives an apologetic nod.
Janitor: Not bad. (beat) You wanna see a real trick?
Close on Sam. He hears a loud whirring sound, from right behind him. He turns to see…
The chainsaw maniac from the tabloid. From out of nowhere! He swings his whirring chainsaw at Sam’s head! Sam ducks, stumbling to the ground…looking up at-
The psycho behemoth, chainsaw raised, ready to deliver the death blow-
Blackout!
End Of Act Four
Sides End
Sides For Episode 13 "Touched"
Sides For Father Reynolds and Father Gregory (combined)
Int. Church - Day
Sam and Dean, shirts a bit more tucked and buttoned (out of respect), walk with Father Reynolds (60s. vibrant, straight-shooter) through the cavernous, impressive cathedral.
Father Reynolds: I’m delighted to hear you’re interested in joining the parish.
Dean: Well, you know, Father, we just don’t feel right unless we hit church every Sunday.
Father Reynolds leads them to a pew, offers them a seat. He sits in front of them, turns around to face them.
Father Reynolds: Where did you say you lived before?
Sam: Ah-
Dean: (without missing a beat) Premont, Texas.
Father Reynolds: Ah yes! Lovely little town.
Quick uh-oh look between the boys. Dean covers with a smile.
Father Reynolds: St. Theresa parish. Then you must know the priest there-
Dean: Sure-Father… O’ (working for it) -Malley?
Father Reynolds: Um. I know a father Shaughnessy…
Dean: Shaughnessy. Right, Exactly. What did I say?
Sam glares at Dean to stop while he’s ahead.
Sam: We’re just glad to be here now, Father.
Father Reynolds: And we’re glad to have you. We can use some young blood around here.
Dean: I have to ask you, Father. No offense intended, but, the neighborhood?
Father Reynolds: It’s gone a little to seed, I can’t deny that. But that’s why what the church does is so important. (then) Like I say: expect a miracle, but in the meantime work your butt off.
Dean: We heard about those murders.
Reynolds nods somberly, visibly affected, pained.
Father Reynolds: The victims were parishioners. I’d known them for years…
Sam: Now the killers said an angel told them to do it?
Father Reynolds: Yes. Misguided souls. To think that God’s messenger appeared to them-it’s tragic.
Dean addresses the priest-but clearly for Sam’s benefit-
Dean: So you don’t believe all those old angel yarns?
Sam shoots a look at Dean, who looks back innocently.
Father Reynolds: Oh, no. I absolutely believe. Kind of in my job description, son.
Dean: But-they’re basically a parable, right? A metaphor?
Father Reynolds: Not in the least.
Reynolds gestures to a elaborate painting on the wall, of the famous image of the Archangel Michael slaying the dragon.
Father Reynolds: The archangel Michael with the flaming sword. Fighter of demons. A great and holy force against evil. They’re God’s warriors.
This rings a bell for Sam and Dean. They share an uncomfortable glance.
Ext. Church- Day
Father Reynolds walks Sam and Dean out of the church, through the large doors, onto the front steps.
Sam: Thanks for speaking with us, Father.
Father Reynolds: My pleasure. I hope to see you again.
When Dean has noticed something-off to the side of the steps, several bouquets of flowers, small trinkets, maybe a random snapshot or two.
Dean: Hey padre. What’s all that for?
Father Reynolds is visibly affected. Saddened.
Father Reynolds: Oh. That’s for Father Gregory. He was a priest here.
Dean: Was?
Father Reynolds: He passed away, right on these steps.
Dean: When did this happen?
Father Reynolds: Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys.
Sam: that’s terrible. We’re sorry.
Father Reynolds: Me, too. He was a good friend. I didn’t even have time to administer his Last Rites. (then) Like I said. Tough neighborhood. That’s why ever since he died, I’ve been praying my heart out.
Sam: (Catches Sam’s interest) For what?
Father Reynolds: Deliverance. From the violence and bloodshed around here. (weary sigh) I guess we could use a little Divine Intervention.
Sam and Dean trade looks.
Dean: Thanks, Padre. I think you’ll be seeing us again.
Ext. Church-Day-Moments Later
Sam and Dean converse, on the church’s front steps. The father is nowhere to be seen. Dean inspects the flower arrangements. He pulls out a small photo among them.
Angle on Photo. We see a smiling Father Gregory, 30’s.
Dean: It’s all starting to fit. Devoted priest dies violent-sure sounds like spirit material to me. And he knew all the stiffs, ‘cause they came here to church. In fact, being their priest, he coulda known things about ‘em no one else knew.
(Pages Skip)
Dean: you’re not killing anyone, Sam. (then) I got this guy. Go do the séance.
And with that, Dean screeches off, leaving Sam, literally holding the bag.
The Impala takes off down the road…a safe distance from the Blue Sedan, which has just rounded the corner…
Off Sam. Pissed. Frustrated. But with very little choice.
Ext. 2nd Residential Street- Night
The Impala pursues the Blue Sedan from a block away.
The Sedan parks in front of a house.
The Impala pulls over down the block; Dean watches.
A nicely-dressed woman emerges from the house. As she approaches the car, a man climbs out to greet her. An awkward kiss on the cheek. He shyly presents her with the bouquet from the market. Classic first date stuff. He opens the passenger door for her and she gets in.
On Dean. Watching. It all looks innocent so far.
The Sedan drives off. A moment later, Dean follows.
Int. Church- Basement Crypt- Night
Sam kneels on the floor in front of Gregory’s Marker. He’s laid out the white placemat, which he’s inscribed with protective symbols. A small bowl of herbs in the center. A small bowl of herbs in the center. All around the perimeter of the mat, lit white and black candles. Dad’s journal opens to a page of Latin spells.
Sam: Amate spiritus obscure, te quaerimus…Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos circita.
Sam pinches some powder over a candle. It flares. End of ceremony. When, suddenly-
Father Reynolds (O.S.): What are you doing-
Sam looks over his shoulder to see Reynolds. Reynolds’ eyes fall on the makeshift séance altar. He’s horrified.
Father Reynolds: What is this?
Sam: Father. Please. I can explain.
Then, awkwardly, he knows he’s backed into a corner-
Sam: Actually? Maybe I can’t. (then) Um. This is a séance.
Father Reynolds: A séance?! Young man, you’re in a House of God!!
Sam: (sheepish) It’s based on early Christian rites, if that helps any.
Reynolds grabs Sam by the arm. Sam doesn’t resist (the man is a priest, after all).
Father Reynolds: Enough. You’re coming with me.
Sam: Father, wait-
Reynolds leads Sam from the room, to the double doors. When, from behind their backs-
A burst of white light. Reflecting-blazing-on the backs of their heads. They both pivot, slow, shielding their eyes as they see-
The glowing oval of light.
On Reynolds. His world view rocked. Holy Shit.
Father Reynolds: (in wonder) Oh my God-is that…is that an angel?
On Sam. Devastated. Crestfallen. Knowing what this is-knowing it isn’t an angel.
Sam: No. It’s not. It’s Father Gregory.
The Light dies down. Leaving a ghostly man standing there: Father Gregory. Reynolds gasps at the sight of his friend.
Father Reynolds: (awed whisper) …Thomas…?
Father Gregory smiles benevolently.
Gregory: I’ve come in answer to your prayers.
Ext. Street- Night
The Impala continues to follow the Blue Sedan, at a safe distance.
Int. Impala- Street- Night
Dean watches as up ahead , the Sedan turns left at the corner.
Dean speeds up, turns left…and finds the street deserted.
Int. Church-Basement Crypt- Night
Sam steps forward. Addresses Father Gregory. Father Reynolds, a few steps behind, mute with shock and bewilderment.
Gregory: Sam Winchester. I’ve already sent you on your path. You should hurry.
Sam: (gently) Father, I’m sorry. But you’re not an angel.
Gregory fixes Sam with a curious look.
Gregory: Of course I am.
Sam: No you’re a man. You’re a soul, and you need to rest.
Gregory: I was a man. Now I’m an angel. (then, recalling what happened with awe) I was on the steps of the church. I felt that bullet pierce through me-and then suddenly I was flying. There was no pain-it was wonderful. I could see the whole city. See everything. (then) Father Reynolds. I saw you-praying, crying, here. I came to help you.
For the first time, Reynolds swallows his fear, his disbelief. He takes a step forward.
Father Reynolds: Help me? Help me what?
Int./Ext. Impala-Deserted Street- Night
Dean drives down the deserted street, scanning hard-where the hell did the Sedan go?
Dean: Dammit!
Int. Church-Basement Cryprt-Night
Father Reynolds: (shocked, horrified) Those murders? That was because of you??
Reynolds throws a desperate look to Sam. Sam nods, confirming that Gregory is responsible.
Gregory explains, patiently. Peaceful, benevolent half-smile upon his face.
Gregory: I received the word of God. He old me to smite the wicked. I’m carrying out His Will.
Father Reynolds: You’re driving innocent people to murder!!
Gregory: Those innocent people are being given a chance at redemption.
Father Reynolds: How can you call that redemption?
Gregory: You can’t understand it now. But it’s God’s plan. The rules of man don’t apply.
Sam: Those people, they’re locked up.
Gregory: They’re happy-they’ve found peace. Beaten their demons. And I’ve given them the keys to heaven.
Father Reynolds: (quivering with emotion) No! No. It’s vengeance…and it’s wrong. Thomas, you have to stop.
Gregory: But I don’t understand…you prayed for me…I thought this is what you wanted.
Gregory is genuinely distressed to see his mentor so upset.
Father Reynolds: No. Not this!
Reynolds just shakes his head. But Gregory is insistent.
Gregory: But I’m doing what God wants.
Ext. Alley- Night
An alley between buildings. The Sedan parked in shadow. And the Impala nowhere in sight.
(Pages skip)
The man is pulled off the woman-by Dean. Dean punches the man in the face, then slams his head against the door. The man slumps back in the seat, seemingly out cold.
Dean slams his fist on the safety lock, unlocking it.
The woman throws the door open, sobbing gratefully.
Woman: Oh my God-oh, thank God…
Dean races around the car to help her out.
Dean: You okay?
The woman is wobbly, but unharmed.
Woman: I’m fine…
Just then-Screech! The Sedan peels away. Guess the man wasn’t out cold after all.
Dean: Damn it-(to the Woman) You sure you’re okay? You got a phone?
The Woman nods yes.
Dean: Call 911!!
Dean takes off-back to the Impala, to go after the man.
Int. Church-Basement Crypt-Continuous
Sam takes a step toward the spirit.
Sam: Let us help you.
Gregory: No.
Father Reynolds: It’s time to rest, Thomas. To be at peace. Please. Let me give you Last Rites.
Gregory looks at his friend. Torn.
Reynolds makes a Cross in the air. Fighting back emotion-
Father Reynolds: O Holy hosts above, I call upon thee as a servant of Christ, to sanctify our actions this day in fulfillment of the will of God.
Gregory flickers. He feels something happening to him.
Gregory: (frightened) Father Reynolds-
Father Reynolds: (gently) Rest.
Gregory looks from Reynolds to Sam, who’s watching, moved.
Father Reynolds smiles sadly. He continues with the Rite, reading from the book.
Father Reynolds: I call upon the archangel Raphael, master of the air, to open the way. Let the fire of the Holy Spirit now descend that this being might be awakened to the world beyond…
Gregory flickers again, and then fades away.
Off Sam, watching, full of conflicting emotions-
Ext. Street-Night
The Blue Sedan tears down the road. The Impala way behind it-but catching up…
Int. Impala-Moving-Continuous
Dean’s eyes are fixed on the Sedan’s tail lights. He’s not letting that ****** get away.
Ext. Street-Continuous
The Sedan hauls ass. Ahead of it, a pickup truck full of building supplies drives through an intersection.
Sides End.
The episode is called "Welcome To My Nightmare". Unfortunately that's all we are going to get.
Episode 215 “Tall Tales”
Sides for Frat Boy
Int. College Bar- Night-Flashback
A college-town watering hole, crowded with an assortment of partying students. We move through the crowd as we hear:
Sam’s Voice:…So we said we were reporters, and we asked some questions…
We find Sam…regular street clothes, but holding a mini-cassette recorder…on the case, talking to two college students, a frat boy and a sorority girl.
Frat Boy: …yeah, we both had the Professor, for Ethics and Morality.
Sam: Why do you think he did it?
Sorority Girl: Who knows? He was tenured…wife and kids…his book was like a big deal…
Then she leans forward…conspiratorial…
Sorority Girl: Then again. Who’s to say it was suicide?
Fart Boy: Jen…come on…
Sam: What else could it be?
Sorority Girl: Well, you know about Crawford Hall.
Sam: No. I don’t, actually.
Fart Boy: It’s a buncha crap. Total urban legend.
Sorority Girl: (glaring at Frat Boy) Yeah, well, Heather’s mom went to school here, and she knew the girl.
Sam: What girl?
Sorority Girl: Like 30 years ago, this girl was having an affair with some professor. He broke it off…she jumped out the window. Killed herself.
The Frat Boy rolls his eyes at this.
Sam: You know her name?
Sorority Girl: No. But they say she jumped from room 669. Get it? If you turn the nine upside down… (beat) So now she haunts the building. And if anyone sees her…they don’t live to tell the tale.
Frat Boy: If no one lives to tell the tale, then how’s the tale get told?
Sorority Girl: Shut up, Curtis.
Sam: Thanks, guys. Excuse me.
Int. College Bar-At The Bar-Night-Flashback
Angle on: A shot glass, filled with a purple fluid. A hand enters frame, takes the shot. Empties it, puts it face down on the bar.
Wider. Dean throws back a second shot. Then a third. Then a fourth. (Remember-this is Sam’s telling…and we see his POV of Dean…Dean’s fun loving, skirt-chasing carousing should be just a tiny bit heightened.)
Sam steps up to him. Eyes the shot glasses.
Sam: What are you drinking?
(Pages Skip)
As the Frat Boy approaches Crawford Hall he stops…looks up at the old building. Which looks decidedly creepy in the moonlight. We take a beat…suspenseful, if possible-is there going to be another ghost sighting? Then…
Frat Boy: (mock scared) Ooooh…scary…
He staggers on, apparently still not believing in ghosts.
Now he heads out across the dark grassy Quad…okay, so maybe there won’t be a ghost attack…
Suddenly…a bright light shines down on him! Like an arc-light, it’s blinding and freezes the Frat Boy in his tracks.
A low rumble comes from above-there’s some kind of craft up there, not a helicopter or airplane, something hovering (X-Files fans will recognize this classic Alien abduction lore!)
The Frat Boy holds up a hand, squints into the light, trying to see what the hell it is…and seeing something amazing…
Frat Boy: …ohmygod…
The rumble grows louder and the Frat Boy suddenly rises, lifted off his feet by an unseen force and carried aloft!
The cocky kid screams! As he’s pulled slowly upwards, into the light, presumably into an unseen spacecraft…
Blackout!
End of Act One
Act Two
Int. Motel Room-Day-Present
Bobby is in shock.
Bobby: Aliens?
Sam: Yeah.
Bobby: Aliens??
Dean: Yeah!
Bobby: But…even if they are real, they sure as hell aren’t coming to earth and swiping people.
Dean: Believe me. We know.
Bobby: My whole life, I’ve never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction. It’s all just pranks and cranks.
Sam: It’s just…we don’t know how else to explain it…
Ext. Medical Center-Day-Flashback
Sam and Dean are interviewing the Frat Boy-Curtis. He sits on the front steps of the Campus Medical center. His arms wrapped around his knees in a portrait of vulnerability.
Frat Boy: I don’t wanna talk about it. No one believes me anyway.
Sam: We do.
The Frat Boy looks up. Hopeful. He so wants to be believed.
Frat Boy: I don’t want this in the paper…
Dean: you got it. We just wanna hear what happened. Off the record-
The Frat Boy takes another beat. Nods. Decides to trust these intrepid reporters.
As he haltingly tells his tale-we see memory hits. Brief flashes of experiences…
Frat Boy:…I blacked out…lost time…and when I woke up…I don’t know where I was…
Int. Dark Mysterious Location-Memory Hit
The Frat Boy lies on a stainless steel table. Held down, frozen in place, by some invisible force. His eyes dart around in terror…the room is dark…three silhouetted figures move about…we only get glimpses of them…but they appear to have skinny bodies and large heads-are they “classic Greys” of alien abduction lore?
Resume-The Frat Boy
Shudders as he relives a painful memory.
Sam: Then what…?
Frat Boy: They did…tests on me…
Int. Dark Mysterious Location-Memory Hit
We’re tight on a steel medical tray. We pan across various strange alien instruments…dental tools from hell.
Frat Boy (V.O.): …then…they probed me.
Dean (V.O.): Probed you??
Cut to:
Tight shot. An alien probe…long, thick, shiny, metallic, being carried toward the prone young man…
Tight shot. Curtis’s face. Sees it coming. Looks at it in terror.
Resume-The Frat Boy
Frat Boy: Yes. They probed me. Again and again and again and again…
The Frat Boy pauses. Sam and Dean trade looks. A Long beat. Then the Frat Boy keeps right on going.
Frat Boy:--and again and again and again. And again and again and again. And then one more time.
Dean: Yikes.
Frat Boy: (nods) But that’s not the worst of it…
Sam and Dean are surprised-and curious.
Dean: Dude. Some Space Alien made you his bitch. What could be worse?
The Frat Boy seems most embarrassed by this next bizarre revelation…
Frat Boy: …they made me…slow dance…
Int. Dark Mysterious Location-Memory hit
An overhead disco ball. Refracting beautiful raindrops of glimmering light.
Yup…to the tune of Chris De Burgh’s 80’s hit, “Lady in Red” we see the poor Frat Boy dancing, a classic Gray Alien presses its head against his mid-chest-you know, ‘cause it’s probably shorter than the Frat Boy.
Int. Motel Room-Day-Present
Bobby: You guys are exaggerating again, right?
In perfect unison, Sam and Dean shake their heads-
Sides for The Janitor
Int. Crawford Hall-Prof’s Office-Night- Flashback
We’re inside, looking at a closed door as Sam picks up the narration again…
Sam’s Voice: We went to check out the professor’s office.
We hear keys rattle… then the door is unlocked. The Janitor from the teaser lets the boys in-who are both dressed in coveralls-they’re disguised as DSL techs.
Janitor: How long’s this gonna take?
Sam: Not long.
Sam pulls out an EMF meter…as he begins running the walls with it…Dean keeps the Janitor busy with idle chit-chat.
Janitor: Not sure why you’re wiring up this office.
Dean: It’s what the work order says.
The Janitor shakes his head…
Janitor: Just…won’t do the professor much good, anymore, that’s all.
Dean spies…a bowl of hard candy on the professor’s end table. Grabs one, popping it in his mouth.
Dean: Why’s that?
Janitor: He’s dead.
Dean pops another hard candy in his mouth.
Dean: Oh. What happened?
Janitor: Went out that window, right there…
Dean nods, thoughtful. As he pops a third hard candy-
Angle on Sam and Janitor. (Note: we don’t see Dean for the next several moments.)
Sam: (to Janitor) …were you working that night?
Janitor: I’m the one found him.
Sam: You see what happened?
Janitor: Nope. I just saw him come up…and um…
Sam: What?
Janitor: (rumor mongering) Well. He wasn’t alone.
Angle on Dean. As we reveal-he’s stuffed so much candy in his mouth, he’s got chipmunk cheeks and speaks with a thick, incomprehensible mumble.
Dean: Who buzz bee bith?
The image freezes-
Dean’s voice: That is such crap!! I took one. Maybe two!
The image unfreezes, continues-
Janitor: He was with a young lady. I told the cops about her…guess they never found her…
Sam: This girl…you saw her go in…did you see her go out?
Janitor: Now that you mention it…no.
The Janitor’s only mildly interested-but Sam is intrigued.
Sam: Ever see her before?
Janitor: Not her.
Dean: (mouth still full) Mwattaya mean?
Janiotr: I don’t mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy…but Mister Morality? (leans forward) He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat…
Sam and Dean share a look…then:
Sam: One more thing. This building, it’s only four stories, right?
Janitor: Yeah…
Sam: So there’s no room 669.
Janitor: Course not. Why do you ask?
Sam: Just curious. Thanks.
Int. Motel Room-Night-Flashback
Sam and Dean enter.
Sam: No traces of EMF, that’s for sure.
Dean: And room 669’s a load of crap.
Sam: So, what? The prof was just a jumper? The legend’s just a legend?
(Pages Skip)
And what’s on this week’s cover? “Suicidal Ghost Haunts Campus…Giant Alligator Terrorizes Sewer Workers…An Alien Made Me Its Love-Slave…” Whoever this Trickster is…we realize he’s pulling his pranks from the tabloid.
As the off-screen Trickster flips pages…stopping on an article that catches his eye:
“Cannibal Mad-Man Chainsaws Family!” accompanied by a photo of a hulking Mad-Man-face hidden behind a burlap hood-a ragged hole cut out for only one eye…a bloody chainsaw held aloft in one giant hand.
Male Voice: …ohhh…that’s a good one…
We arm around to reveal who the Trickster is…it’s the Janitor we met back in Act One! Now he’s reclining in a garish Barcalounger (the one with the built-in beer can caddy!) paging through this week’s WWN. He’s wearing boxers, a tank top, black socks.
He tosses the WWN aside…glances around his bachelor-pad. First over to an empty dining room table (it’s important that it’s empty). Then over to a black leather couch-where his scruffy mutt of a dog is sawing logs.
Janitor: Hey. Could you eat? I think I could eat.
The Janitor rises off the Barcalounger, pivots to the dining room table-which is now covered with the most lavish buffet you ever saw-champagne, oysters, roasted turkey, the works.
The Mutt happily runs over, hop scotches from a chair to the table, begins devouring whatever it wants.
But the Janitor looks over the table…he can’t quite put his finger on the fact that…
Janitor: Mmm. Something’s missing.
Just then…though the room was completely empty before…suddenly two smoking hot lingerie models walk up to the Janitor. One on each side, nuzzling him. Serious pimpage.
Janitor: That’s better. (takes a beat; then grins at the girls) It’s good to be the king.
Blackout!
End Of Act Three
Int. Crawford Hall-Another Hallway-Dean
Rounds a corner…looking for signs of the janitor…slowing as he hears something. We hear it, too…Music…from around the next bend.
Dean clicks off his mag-lite…there’s a reddish glow coming from around the same corner…what the heck? Dean’s expression becomes one big huh as we realize it’s the smooth sexy vocal stylings of Barry White.
Dean rounds the corner, sees the light and music are coming from an open door. He approaches, curious, steps in…
Int. Crawford Hall-Classroom-The Music
Is louder in here. Dean peers in, seeing…
The usual stuff-desks, chalkboard. But very incongruously in the middle-a giant circular bed. A disco ball. And on (words here aren’t legible)
(Pages skip)
Janitor: I know who you and your brother are. What you do. I’ve been around a long time, run into your kind before.
Dean: Then you know I can’t let you go on hurting people…
Janitor: Come on. Those people got what was coming to ‘em. Hoisted on their own petards. (indicates girls) But you and Sam…I like you, I do. So…treat yourself. Long as you want…just long enough for me to move on to the next town…
Dean looks to the girls-ay carumba-then:
Dean: I don’t know if I can do that…
Janitor: I don’t want to hurt you-and you know I can…
Dean considers this not-so-veiled threat…as the Janitor pulls a candy bar out of a pocket, gnaws on it…
Dean: Look. I really dig your style…I mean, the slow-dancing alien…
Dean starts laughing. The Janitor does, too.
Dean: But I just can’t let you go.
Janitor: Too bad. Like I said, I liked you. (then) But Sam was right, you shouldn’t have come alone…
Dean: I agree with you there.
Just then…Bobby and Sam step into the classroom. Each wielding bloody stakes.
Along with Dean, they encircle the Janitor-getting the drop on him. There’s nowhere for the guy to run. As they all close in-tightening the noose-
The Janitor looks back at Dean, amused-
Janitor: That fight you guys had outside-just a trick?
Dean gives an apologetic nod.
Janitor: Not bad. (beat) You wanna see a real trick?
Close on Sam. He hears a loud whirring sound, from right behind him. He turns to see…
The chainsaw maniac from the tabloid. From out of nowhere! He swings his whirring chainsaw at Sam’s head! Sam ducks, stumbling to the ground…looking up at-
The psycho behemoth, chainsaw raised, ready to deliver the death blow-
Blackout!
End Of Act Four
Sides End