Supernatural Spoilers For 219
I can't believe how many script sides we got for this episode. I wish they'd do this for all episodes.
Sides For Episode 219 “Folsom Prison Blues”
Sides For Randall
The worker goes at the door with his crowbar, breaking through the years of rust that keeps the massive door closed.
Worker:…I heard he died here…just before they closed this block.
Welder: Good…if he was still in there, he’d be pretty pissed off…
They share a laugh…then…Crack. The door separates from the metal jam. The welder grabs the watch…pulls hard…and the iron door creaks open. It’s dark and musty in there…the men cough out some dust, then step into…
Int. Old Cell Block-The Workers
Survey their dank surroundings, seeing…a lot of junk. Peeling paint, old newspapers, rusty cells, broken glass…when…both men suddenly shiver as if the temperature drops. In fact, we can see their breath…
Worker: …feel that?
Before he can respond…a strange wind suddenly kicks up….
… they feel it pass and head out the open door. The men share a look…neither thinking much of this event. But we know better. As the men get back to work…and we get the distinct feeling something’s been released…
Int. Cell Block-Night
We’re in the modern jailhouse-this block much like the others, a central corridor lined with barred doors.
Int. cell- An Inmate
Sits on his cot, engrossed in a tattered novel from the prison library. A graying small-timer in his 60’s, this is Randall. He seems content with his page-turner…until the lights flicker…
Randall moves to the bars, peers out. Nothing. It’s very quiet on this block-we can even hear the tick-tick of a wall clock mounted nearby.
Close on the clock…second hand ticking its way around the dial. As it reads 11:17…the clock stops.
Randall notices this, too. Weird. Then he reacts as the temperature drops…rapidly. Randall shivers…
Angle From Outside Cell Door
On Randall through the bars as…something ethereal passes between us. Wisps of a white ghostly shape glide by. Randall strains to see more, but he can’t get a look up the corridor because of the bars…
Randall:…what the hell was that?
Inmate Voice: (O.S.) …will you shut up in there!
Randall:…no, man, I saw someone…
Int. Guard Station-On A Security Monitor
Live-feed on the block. We hear the mumbled argument between Randall and the inmate over a small speaker.
A night guard sits behind the bank of monitors…notices this, sighs. He speaks into a walkie-talkie.
Guard: I’m going down to B-block. Randall again….
Radio Voice: Copy that.
Int. Cell Block-Moments Later
Randall is making his case through the bars…
Randall:…there’s something going on here, haven’t you noticed?
Thwack! The guard smacks Randall’s cell with a nightstick-making us jump.
Guard: Can it, Randall…
Randall:…wait, wait. Listen to me. There’s something up with the power…and I saw someone…
Thwack! Another hit on the bars. This guard is not gonna take any shit from Randall tonight.
Guard: Lights out.
Randall returns to his cot…as the guard clicks off the lights, sending the cell block into semi-darkness.
Angle on Guard as he makes his way through the block, when…something glides past him. He feels the breeze, catches something out of the corner of his eye…and spins.
Nothing. That was odd. The guard shakes it off, makes for the exit. As he passes through the open gate…something whooshes past again…a flickering glimpse of a ghostly figure. This stops him, he definitely saw something.
The guard stands in the gateway, peers back into the cell block…when we see the gate begin to magically close. Just as the guard senses movement…the heavy gate Slams Shut, pinning the guard’s arm. As he cries out in pain…
On Randall, back at the bars, trying to see…hearing…the pained screams of the dying guard…off Randall’s look of fear…
Blackout!
End Of Teaser
(Pages Skip)
Henriksen is starting to really not like her.
Mara:…there’s a witness, to your bank robbery says Sam and Dean saved her from some kind of body-double…
Henriksen: Same thing in St. Louis-only that was a Dean Winchester body-double…
Mara: How do you explain that?
Henriksen: I don’t even try. All I know is death and destruction follow these Winchesters like a plague.
Mara: Have you considered…maybe they’re the good guys??
Henriksen: No. And I’m not going to…
Mara: Agent. I really think there’s more to this than two brothers on a cross- country crime spree…(off his look) I think you should take another look…
Clearly, Henriksen doesn’t give a shit.
Henriksen: Thanks for your time and consideration…
As he returns to his paperwork…Mara gives him a long look. Asshole. As she rises to exit…
Int. Tub Room-Day
A tiled wash room…Sam works a mop near one end, working his way toward…Randall, the older inmate we met in the Teaser, who’s also wielding a wet mop. After a beat… Sam catches Randall’s eye…
Sam: My name’s Sam…
Randall gives him a cursory look, then returns to mopping.
Sam: I just got in. Never been in jail before…
Randall: First lesson. Don’t make friends.
They mop in silence for a beat. Then:
Sam: How long are you in for?
Randall stops moping. Looks to Sam.
Randall: What do you want, Kid?
Sam: I don’t know…you seem like somebody’s who’s been around…I thought I could…talk to you…
Randall: (Softens a bit) I was scared, too, my first time in. Scary place…especially back then…
Sam: When was that?
Randall: 1972. Did my first stretch. Grand Theft Auto. Been in and out most of my life…
Sam: So you were here when the Old Jail was open?
Randall: Oh yeah…
Sam: Ever see that crazy killer, Mark Moody??
Randall: I was there the night he died. Next morning, I was in his cell, mopping up the blood…
Sam: Blood? I heard he died of a heart attack…
Randall: That’s what they always said. I told you, this was a tough place. Those days…they were all in on it. The Warden, the guards, even the doctors in the Infirmary…(then) Step out of line…and you’d be found dead in your cell. Another heart attack…
Sam: Moody was murdered by guards?
Randall: Inmates, too. Everybody hated that guy. There was practically a line outside his cell…(remembering) Lead pipes, rubber hoses…you could hear his screams through the whole place. What a mess. Blood everywhere.
Sam is intrigued by this…
Sam: Blood…in his cell…(off his nod) Do you remember which cell??
Ext. On The Yard-Day
Sam appears from the cell block…makes his way across the chain-linked yard, looking for Dean.
He spies a circle of inmates surrounding a picnic table. Dean sits across from a tough hombre, the crowd watching as they play a high stakes poker game. In the pot…cigarettes. Dean’s dealing…and from the big pile of cigs beside him, we realize he’s winning…
(Pages skip)
Sam: Too late for Deacon to change plans. Maybe we…just bail on this one?
Dean kicks the nearby chain-link…frustrated…pissed…
Dean: That…bitch tried to kill me!
Sam nods.
Sam: I don’t like it either…
Dean:…what about this old-timer you talked to? Maybe he knows something…
Ext. Another Part of The Yard-Moments Later
Sam and Dean have cornered Randall-who doesn’t look like he really wants to talk to them.
Randall:…hey, I just do my time and keep my mouth shut…
Dean: We’re not asking you to rat on anybody…
Randall: You said Lucas and Bear were murdered! Just leave me out…
Sam and Dean share a look.
Sam: We know you’ve seen things in here. Things you can’t explain…
Randall: What…are you talking about?
Dean: …the temperature drops…lights flicker…you see someone out of the corner of your eye and then they’re gone…
Randall: (making excuses) This jail’s a dump…they got electrical problems…the plumbing sucks…
Sam: You know that’s not it…
He seems to. Randall looks disturbed by all this…
Dean: What you saw is doing the killing. We need your help to stop it…
Randall: I don’t know…just leave me alone…
Sam: What’s it gonna take?
Randall shakes his head-he just doesn’t want to get involved. When:
Dean: How ‘bout everything I got?
Dean holds up four packs of cigs, two in each hand. Randall eyes the bribe…then takes it. Speaks in hushed tones.
Randall: Okay. What do you want to know?
Dean: Back in the old days, was there a nurse worked here…with white hair, one funky eye?
Randall: (Nods) Oh yeah. Nurse Glockler. She was blind in one eye. And mean as a snake. I knew guys, sick as hell, afraid of being sent to the Infirmary…
Dean: Why?
Randall: Like I told him…(meaning Sam)…those days, you step out of line, you end up in the cemetery…
Sam: Like the guards who killed Moody…
Randall: Doctors, too. I’m sure they just stood there. Watching while he bled to death…
Sam and Dean consider all this. Then:
Dean: How’d this nurse die?
Randall: I don’t know…
Dean: Where’s she buried? Was she cremated??
Randall: Hey man, I said I don’t know. About two years later I got picked up again. Thirty days for drunk and disorderly. She was already gone. Never saw her again…
Dean: That’s what you think…
As Randall heads off…Sam and Dean ponder their situation. After a Beat.
Dean: We just can’t leave without knowing more…
Sam: We can find out. Tonight, on the outside…
He nods toward The Old Jail…
Dean: What if her remains are in there…or some object keeping her here…(More)
Sides End
Sides For Mara
--With Sam
Henriksen: I actually started to admire you two. The training your dad gave you…I’ve never seen fugitives cover their tracks like that. Hell, you must use a different alias every week-
Sam: Every other day.
Henriksen: See what I mean? After Milwaukee, you guys just vanished. I went nuts trying to find you. Ask him.
He looks to Reidy.
Reidy: (deadpan) He went nuts.
Henriksen: But I knew. Nobody’s that good. One day, you had to slip up. Finally, you did…
A knock, then the door opens and Mara Daniels (30’s) enters. An attorney with the local Public Defender’s Office, Her sharp and sexy appearance belies a tough-as-nails interior. She’s clearly not going to take shit from anyone.
Mara: Are you Sam Winchester?
Sam: yes.
Henriksen: Who the hell are you?
Mara ignores Henriksen, shaking Sam’s cuffed hand.
Mara: Mara Daniels, Public Defender’s Office. I’ve been assigned your case and your brother’s. We should have a talk as soon as possible…
Henriksen: Listen…Miss. You were in over your head the minute you walked in the door. Maybe you better talk to me first…
Mara: Maybe…you should get the hell out of here. I object to your interrogating my client without my presence. I suggest you not try it in the future…
Sam can’t help but smile as Henriksen glowers. As he exits…
Int. Interrogation room-Day (Later)
Sam and Dean (sans cuffs) are seated across from Mara.
Mara:…Unfortunately, your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won’t be until Tuesday…
Sam and Dean share a look
Dean: So they’ll keep us in the County Jail?
Mara: I’m sorry to say so…
Sam: Green River County Detention Center?
Mara: Yes…
Now the boys share another look. This means something to them, but we’re not sure what. Mara continues.
Mara: And I’m sorry to say… with the charges you’re facing, no judge is going to approve bail. They’ll consider you a flight risk…
Dean: We figured as much…
Mara: Extradition papers have already been filed, from five separate states. Missouri and Wisconsin are of most concern-the bank robbery and murder raps…
Sam: How long can we stall extradition?
Mara: Week, maybe less.
The boys share a look. Again, this means something to them, but we’re not sure what that could be.
Int. Processing Room-Day-Montage Of Shots
As Sam and Dean are taken through the incarceration process. They’re moved silently, two of a dozen inmates being transferred to the unit.
--Fingerprints are taken…Sam…then Dean…
--Sam empties his pockets…removes his belt and shoes, handing them to a prison employee…who logs the items on a sheet, then slips them into a storage bag…
--Dean, now in his jail-issue orange jump suit, has another photo taken…
--Sam’s turn…Flash!
--Now at the end of a line of similarly-clad inmates, Sam and Dean are led through a metal gateway…Dean looks over his shoulder as…the jailhouse gate slams shut!
Int. Corrider-Day
Various inmates are moving from the mess hall to other areas of the jailhouse, all in their jail-issue jumpsuits. Some inmates look pretty harmless…others are tattooed hard-asses. As Sam eyes a particularly scary dude…
Dean: I promise I won’t trade you for cigarettes…
Off Sam’s not funny look…
Act Two
Int. Precinct-Office-Day
A small back office, the FBI agents have set up the Winchester “task force” here. Really, it’s just a wide table with case files and paperwork, a computer, some photos tacked to the walls, a couple telephones.
Henriksen sits behind the table, perusing extradition papers, his second-in-command, S.A. Reidy is at the computer. They look up as…Mara Daniels enters.
Mara: Henriksen?
Henriksen: Daniels.
Mara: A word?
Henriksen nods to Reidy, who exits.
Henriksen: Have a seat…what’s on your mind? Here to cop a plea?
She pulls up a chair, smiles at his attempt at humor.
Mara: I wanted to talk to you, just us. Give you a chance to…rethink what you’re doing…
Henriksen: What do you mean?
Mara: (indicates paperwork) I’ve gone through the charges… I gotta say, there are some bizarre inconsistencies in each case…
Henriksen: Welcome to my world.
Mara: I did some poking around. Talked to a cop in Baltimore who swears up and down these boys saved her life and helped her catch a killer…
Henriksen is starting to really not like her.
Mara:…there’s a witness, to your bank robbery says Sam and Dean saved her from some kind of body-double…
Henriksen: Same thing in St. Louis-only that was a Dean Winchester body-double…
Mara: How do you explain that?
Henriksen: I don’t even try. All I know is death and destruction follow these Winchesters like a plague.
Mara: Have you considered…maybe they’re the good guys??
Henriksen: No. And I’m not going to…
Mara: Agent. I really think there’s more to this than two brothers on a cross- country crime spree…(off his look) I think you should take another look…
Clearly, Henriksen doesn’t give a shit.
Henriksen: Thanks for your time and consideration…
As he returns to his paperwork…Mara gives him a long look. Asshole. As she rises to exit…
Int. Tub Room-Day
A tiled wash room…Sam works a mop near one end, working his way toward…Randall, the older inmate we met in the Teaser, who’s also wielding a wet mop. After a beat… Sam catches Randall’s eye…
(Pages Skip)
Dean: (then) It’s not like we can just come back…Henriksen’ll have us shot on sight…
Sam: Wait. I got it…(off his look) I need to see my lawyer…
Int. Visitor’s Pen-Day
Sam on one side of the glass…the P.D. Mara Daniels on the other. They speak via telephone.
Sam: I need your help…
Mara: It’s about time…(off his look) I was beginning to wonder about you and your brother…
Sam nods, gets on with business…
Sam: Listen. We need you to do some research…like right now…
Mara: (nods) I’ve done quite a bit already, each of the charges against you…
Sam: This is not about us…(off her look) I need anything you can dig up on a prison nurse who worked here in the 70’s. Most important, I need to know how she died, where she’s buried…
Mara: What? Sam, I’m not kidding. We’re talking a life sentence here…
Sam: I know…I really need this…
Mara: For what possible reason??
Sam: I can’t tell you why…but you’ve got to believe me…you’ve got to trust me…
Mara’s struggling with this bizarre request. As she considers Sam through the glass…
Ext. On The Yard-Late Day
Sam and Dean play one-on-one half-court at one of the hoops. Their minds are clearly elsewhere as the dribble, shoot, rebound…
Dean: It’s almost time…
Sam: I know…
Dean makes his move, dribbles around Sam for a lay-up…
Dean: I can’t believe we’re just gonna walk away…
Sam: She’ll come through…
Dean: Doesn’t sound like it, from what you said…
Now it’s Sam’s turn…he fakes a drive, the launches a jumper…as Dean rebounds…
Dean: I hate this…I mean I really hate this…
Sam knows what he’s talking about.
Sam: We can’t win them all…
Dean: Why not??
He shoots…Misses…
Dean: Dammit…
Sides End
Sides For Kaylor
Dean: Son of a bitch!
Meanwhile, Sam’s been trying to move in to intercede…but Tiny keeps him well out of the action. Like trying to get through a brick wall.
Lucas moves in. Dean plants a shoe in Lucas’ crown jewels. Dean then leg sweeps him to the ground. Dean moves in for the coup de grace, when:
Guard’s voice: That’s enough!
Dean stops and faces the guard. He is a rough looking customer named Kaylor.
Kaylor: Lucas, on your feet.
Lucas: Yes, sir, boss.
He gets up. Kaylor approaches Dean.
Kaylor: (to Dean) What’s your name?
Dean: Winchester.
Kaylor: Well, Winchester, not a good start. Solitary. (Beat) You too, Lucas.
A couple of guards show up to take them away. Dean throws a sheepish look back to his worried brother.
Dean: We having fun yet?
And with that, Dean’s gone. Sam shakes his head. Then looks to Tiny, gives him a wan smile. Tiny draws a line across his neck, like, you’re dead. Sam just nods-par for the course.
Int. Solitary- Night
A small, four-cell block-unlike the other cells, these don’t have windows. Just a small slit to slide food through.
(Pages Skip)
Act Four
Omit
Int. Tub Room-Dusk
Kaylor and another guard walk Sam and Dean inside the tub room. When Kaylor turns to the other Guard.
Kaylor: Take off, I want to handle this alone.
Kaylor’s hard eyes look to the other Guard says it all. The Guard exits.
Kaylor locks the door behind him. The three men stare at each other for a few beats. Then:
Dean: Deacon, you’ve been beating the holy hell outta me, man.
We realize that Kaylor is the “Deacon” that got the boys into this case…and that the boys’ previous fight was an act!
Kaylor: Hey, I been going easy on you. But had to make it look real, right?
Dean: I guess.
Kaylor: So, is it over?
He clips off their plastic cuffs.
Sam: No, turns out it wasn’t Moody.
Kaylor: What?!... Then who…?
Sam: We think some nurse who used to work here, but we’re a little shy on all the information we need.
Dean: Which is why we should stay here until we get it.
Kaylor: (remembering something) Oh. Hey. Guys.
Sam: (to Dean) What, you want to have this fight for real? We gotta go, and we gotta go now.
Kaylor: Guys…
Sam: We don’t leave, we’ll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee, with Henriksen as company!
Kaylor: Guys!
Sam and Dean: What?
Kaylor pulls an envelope from his pocket.
Kaylor: Your lawyer left this for you.
He hands it to Dean. Dean smiles at Sam.
Dean: Would you look at that? I am friggin’ velvety smmoth.
Sam: Maybe you’d like to open that, you know, after you’re through patting yourself on the back.
Dean opens the envelope and reads.
Dean: Wow.
He keeps reading.
Sam: Want to share with the class?
Dean: Glockner died in an old cell block, right after Moody bit it. Seems they had a ittle inmate uprising and she got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell, gave her severe (reads) …cerebral edema?
Sam: Someone bashed her head in. (then) It say where she’s buried?
Dean: Yep.
Kaylor: Alright. Then let’s get you the hell out of here.
Kaylor moves to a covered vent, low on the wall. Removes the cover-clearly, he previously removed the screws.
Dean: Don’t worry, Deacon. We’ll get this friggin’ thing.
Kaylor: Good. ‘Cause I want it outta my prison. (warm beat) Boys, I can’t thank you enough for this. Your daddy raised you right.
With eyes on Dean…acknowledging his brother, Sam says-
Sam: Well. He raised us to pay our debts. And we owed you.
Close on Dean. Proud of his brother. Just a half beat.
Kaylor: (nods) hope to see you again. (beat) Just not inside here, okay?
Sam: Do our best.
Dean crosses to Kaylor.
Dean: Where you want it?
Kaylor: What…oh.
He points to his chin.
Kaylor: Make it look real, son.
Dean nods…then sends a round-house punch right at Kaylor…we smash cut to:
Ext. Alley Behind Jail-Night
Sam and Dean. Free men. Moving in stealth-mode. They climb up a maintenance ladder, from below ground level, up to the alley. They’re both glad to see…the Impala parked in a shadowy corner. Dean speaks to his car…
Dean: Good to see you, baby.
They each open a car door…finding civilian clothes waiting for them. As they quick-change from their jail-issue…
Dean: Wish I could see the look on Henriksen’s face…
Sam: Really? ‘Cause I’d be happy if I never saw him again. We’re not out of the woods yet, you know.
When RIIIINNNNGGG! Alarms at the nearby Jail House. Kaylor must’ve been discovered. Sam and Dean share a look…
Dean: Point taken.
As they jump into the Impala and tear-ass out of there…
Int. Guard Station-Night
Kaylor, big nasty bruise on his chin. Henriksen standing in front of him, Agent Reidy in the background.
Sides End.
Sides For Episode 219 “Folsom Prison Blues”
Sides For Randall
The worker goes at the door with his crowbar, breaking through the years of rust that keeps the massive door closed.
Worker:…I heard he died here…just before they closed this block.
Welder: Good…if he was still in there, he’d be pretty pissed off…
They share a laugh…then…Crack. The door separates from the metal jam. The welder grabs the watch…pulls hard…and the iron door creaks open. It’s dark and musty in there…the men cough out some dust, then step into…
Int. Old Cell Block-The Workers
Survey their dank surroundings, seeing…a lot of junk. Peeling paint, old newspapers, rusty cells, broken glass…when…both men suddenly shiver as if the temperature drops. In fact, we can see their breath…
Worker: …feel that?
Before he can respond…a strange wind suddenly kicks up….
… they feel it pass and head out the open door. The men share a look…neither thinking much of this event. But we know better. As the men get back to work…and we get the distinct feeling something’s been released…
Int. Cell Block-Night
We’re in the modern jailhouse-this block much like the others, a central corridor lined with barred doors.
Int. cell- An Inmate
Sits on his cot, engrossed in a tattered novel from the prison library. A graying small-timer in his 60’s, this is Randall. He seems content with his page-turner…until the lights flicker…
Randall moves to the bars, peers out. Nothing. It’s very quiet on this block-we can even hear the tick-tick of a wall clock mounted nearby.
Close on the clock…second hand ticking its way around the dial. As it reads 11:17…the clock stops.
Randall notices this, too. Weird. Then he reacts as the temperature drops…rapidly. Randall shivers…
Angle From Outside Cell Door
On Randall through the bars as…something ethereal passes between us. Wisps of a white ghostly shape glide by. Randall strains to see more, but he can’t get a look up the corridor because of the bars…
Randall:…what the hell was that?
Inmate Voice: (O.S.) …will you shut up in there!
Randall:…no, man, I saw someone…
Int. Guard Station-On A Security Monitor
Live-feed on the block. We hear the mumbled argument between Randall and the inmate over a small speaker.
A night guard sits behind the bank of monitors…notices this, sighs. He speaks into a walkie-talkie.
Guard: I’m going down to B-block. Randall again….
Radio Voice: Copy that.
Int. Cell Block-Moments Later
Randall is making his case through the bars…
Randall:…there’s something going on here, haven’t you noticed?
Thwack! The guard smacks Randall’s cell with a nightstick-making us jump.
Guard: Can it, Randall…
Randall:…wait, wait. Listen to me. There’s something up with the power…and I saw someone…
Thwack! Another hit on the bars. This guard is not gonna take any shit from Randall tonight.
Guard: Lights out.
Randall returns to his cot…as the guard clicks off the lights, sending the cell block into semi-darkness.
Angle on Guard as he makes his way through the block, when…something glides past him. He feels the breeze, catches something out of the corner of his eye…and spins.
Nothing. That was odd. The guard shakes it off, makes for the exit. As he passes through the open gate…something whooshes past again…a flickering glimpse of a ghostly figure. This stops him, he definitely saw something.
The guard stands in the gateway, peers back into the cell block…when we see the gate begin to magically close. Just as the guard senses movement…the heavy gate Slams Shut, pinning the guard’s arm. As he cries out in pain…
On Randall, back at the bars, trying to see…hearing…the pained screams of the dying guard…off Randall’s look of fear…
Blackout!
End Of Teaser
(Pages Skip)
Henriksen is starting to really not like her.
Mara:…there’s a witness, to your bank robbery says Sam and Dean saved her from some kind of body-double…
Henriksen: Same thing in St. Louis-only that was a Dean Winchester body-double…
Mara: How do you explain that?
Henriksen: I don’t even try. All I know is death and destruction follow these Winchesters like a plague.
Mara: Have you considered…maybe they’re the good guys??
Henriksen: No. And I’m not going to…
Mara: Agent. I really think there’s more to this than two brothers on a cross- country crime spree…(off his look) I think you should take another look…
Clearly, Henriksen doesn’t give a shit.
Henriksen: Thanks for your time and consideration…
As he returns to his paperwork…Mara gives him a long look. Asshole. As she rises to exit…
Int. Tub Room-Day
A tiled wash room…Sam works a mop near one end, working his way toward…Randall, the older inmate we met in the Teaser, who’s also wielding a wet mop. After a beat… Sam catches Randall’s eye…
Sam: My name’s Sam…
Randall gives him a cursory look, then returns to mopping.
Sam: I just got in. Never been in jail before…
Randall: First lesson. Don’t make friends.
They mop in silence for a beat. Then:
Sam: How long are you in for?
Randall stops moping. Looks to Sam.
Randall: What do you want, Kid?
Sam: I don’t know…you seem like somebody’s who’s been around…I thought I could…talk to you…
Randall: (Softens a bit) I was scared, too, my first time in. Scary place…especially back then…
Sam: When was that?
Randall: 1972. Did my first stretch. Grand Theft Auto. Been in and out most of my life…
Sam: So you were here when the Old Jail was open?
Randall: Oh yeah…
Sam: Ever see that crazy killer, Mark Moody??
Randall: I was there the night he died. Next morning, I was in his cell, mopping up the blood…
Sam: Blood? I heard he died of a heart attack…
Randall: That’s what they always said. I told you, this was a tough place. Those days…they were all in on it. The Warden, the guards, even the doctors in the Infirmary…(then) Step out of line…and you’d be found dead in your cell. Another heart attack…
Sam: Moody was murdered by guards?
Randall: Inmates, too. Everybody hated that guy. There was practically a line outside his cell…(remembering) Lead pipes, rubber hoses…you could hear his screams through the whole place. What a mess. Blood everywhere.
Sam is intrigued by this…
Sam: Blood…in his cell…(off his nod) Do you remember which cell??
Ext. On The Yard-Day
Sam appears from the cell block…makes his way across the chain-linked yard, looking for Dean.
He spies a circle of inmates surrounding a picnic table. Dean sits across from a tough hombre, the crowd watching as they play a high stakes poker game. In the pot…cigarettes. Dean’s dealing…and from the big pile of cigs beside him, we realize he’s winning…
(Pages skip)
Sam: Too late for Deacon to change plans. Maybe we…just bail on this one?
Dean kicks the nearby chain-link…frustrated…pissed…
Dean: That…bitch tried to kill me!
Sam nods.
Sam: I don’t like it either…
Dean:…what about this old-timer you talked to? Maybe he knows something…
Ext. Another Part of The Yard-Moments Later
Sam and Dean have cornered Randall-who doesn’t look like he really wants to talk to them.
Randall:…hey, I just do my time and keep my mouth shut…
Dean: We’re not asking you to rat on anybody…
Randall: You said Lucas and Bear were murdered! Just leave me out…
Sam and Dean share a look.
Sam: We know you’ve seen things in here. Things you can’t explain…
Randall: What…are you talking about?
Dean: …the temperature drops…lights flicker…you see someone out of the corner of your eye and then they’re gone…
Randall: (making excuses) This jail’s a dump…they got electrical problems…the plumbing sucks…
Sam: You know that’s not it…
He seems to. Randall looks disturbed by all this…
Dean: What you saw is doing the killing. We need your help to stop it…
Randall: I don’t know…just leave me alone…
Sam: What’s it gonna take?
Randall shakes his head-he just doesn’t want to get involved. When:
Dean: How ‘bout everything I got?
Dean holds up four packs of cigs, two in each hand. Randall eyes the bribe…then takes it. Speaks in hushed tones.
Randall: Okay. What do you want to know?
Dean: Back in the old days, was there a nurse worked here…with white hair, one funky eye?
Randall: (Nods) Oh yeah. Nurse Glockler. She was blind in one eye. And mean as a snake. I knew guys, sick as hell, afraid of being sent to the Infirmary…
Dean: Why?
Randall: Like I told him…(meaning Sam)…those days, you step out of line, you end up in the cemetery…
Sam: Like the guards who killed Moody…
Randall: Doctors, too. I’m sure they just stood there. Watching while he bled to death…
Sam and Dean consider all this. Then:
Dean: How’d this nurse die?
Randall: I don’t know…
Dean: Where’s she buried? Was she cremated??
Randall: Hey man, I said I don’t know. About two years later I got picked up again. Thirty days for drunk and disorderly. She was already gone. Never saw her again…
Dean: That’s what you think…
As Randall heads off…Sam and Dean ponder their situation. After a Beat.
Dean: We just can’t leave without knowing more…
Sam: We can find out. Tonight, on the outside…
He nods toward The Old Jail…
Dean: What if her remains are in there…or some object keeping her here…(More)
Sides End
Sides For Mara
--With Sam
Henriksen: I actually started to admire you two. The training your dad gave you…I’ve never seen fugitives cover their tracks like that. Hell, you must use a different alias every week-
Sam: Every other day.
Henriksen: See what I mean? After Milwaukee, you guys just vanished. I went nuts trying to find you. Ask him.
He looks to Reidy.
Reidy: (deadpan) He went nuts.
Henriksen: But I knew. Nobody’s that good. One day, you had to slip up. Finally, you did…
A knock, then the door opens and Mara Daniels (30’s) enters. An attorney with the local Public Defender’s Office, Her sharp and sexy appearance belies a tough-as-nails interior. She’s clearly not going to take shit from anyone.
Mara: Are you Sam Winchester?
Sam: yes.
Henriksen: Who the hell are you?
Mara ignores Henriksen, shaking Sam’s cuffed hand.
Mara: Mara Daniels, Public Defender’s Office. I’ve been assigned your case and your brother’s. We should have a talk as soon as possible…
Henriksen: Listen…Miss. You were in over your head the minute you walked in the door. Maybe you better talk to me first…
Mara: Maybe…you should get the hell out of here. I object to your interrogating my client without my presence. I suggest you not try it in the future…
Sam can’t help but smile as Henriksen glowers. As he exits…
Int. Interrogation room-Day (Later)
Sam and Dean (sans cuffs) are seated across from Mara.
Mara:…Unfortunately, your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won’t be until Tuesday…
Sam and Dean share a look
Dean: So they’ll keep us in the County Jail?
Mara: I’m sorry to say so…
Sam: Green River County Detention Center?
Mara: Yes…
Now the boys share another look. This means something to them, but we’re not sure what. Mara continues.
Mara: And I’m sorry to say… with the charges you’re facing, no judge is going to approve bail. They’ll consider you a flight risk…
Dean: We figured as much…
Mara: Extradition papers have already been filed, from five separate states. Missouri and Wisconsin are of most concern-the bank robbery and murder raps…
Sam: How long can we stall extradition?
Mara: Week, maybe less.
The boys share a look. Again, this means something to them, but we’re not sure what that could be.
Int. Processing Room-Day-Montage Of Shots
As Sam and Dean are taken through the incarceration process. They’re moved silently, two of a dozen inmates being transferred to the unit.
--Fingerprints are taken…Sam…then Dean…
--Sam empties his pockets…removes his belt and shoes, handing them to a prison employee…who logs the items on a sheet, then slips them into a storage bag…
--Dean, now in his jail-issue orange jump suit, has another photo taken…
--Sam’s turn…Flash!
--Now at the end of a line of similarly-clad inmates, Sam and Dean are led through a metal gateway…Dean looks over his shoulder as…the jailhouse gate slams shut!
Int. Corrider-Day
Various inmates are moving from the mess hall to other areas of the jailhouse, all in their jail-issue jumpsuits. Some inmates look pretty harmless…others are tattooed hard-asses. As Sam eyes a particularly scary dude…
Dean: I promise I won’t trade you for cigarettes…
Off Sam’s not funny look…
Act Two
Int. Precinct-Office-Day
A small back office, the FBI agents have set up the Winchester “task force” here. Really, it’s just a wide table with case files and paperwork, a computer, some photos tacked to the walls, a couple telephones.
Henriksen sits behind the table, perusing extradition papers, his second-in-command, S.A. Reidy is at the computer. They look up as…Mara Daniels enters.
Mara: Henriksen?
Henriksen: Daniels.
Mara: A word?
Henriksen nods to Reidy, who exits.
Henriksen: Have a seat…what’s on your mind? Here to cop a plea?
She pulls up a chair, smiles at his attempt at humor.
Mara: I wanted to talk to you, just us. Give you a chance to…rethink what you’re doing…
Henriksen: What do you mean?
Mara: (indicates paperwork) I’ve gone through the charges… I gotta say, there are some bizarre inconsistencies in each case…
Henriksen: Welcome to my world.
Mara: I did some poking around. Talked to a cop in Baltimore who swears up and down these boys saved her life and helped her catch a killer…
Henriksen is starting to really not like her.
Mara:…there’s a witness, to your bank robbery says Sam and Dean saved her from some kind of body-double…
Henriksen: Same thing in St. Louis-only that was a Dean Winchester body-double…
Mara: How do you explain that?
Henriksen: I don’t even try. All I know is death and destruction follow these Winchesters like a plague.
Mara: Have you considered…maybe they’re the good guys??
Henriksen: No. And I’m not going to…
Mara: Agent. I really think there’s more to this than two brothers on a cross- country crime spree…(off his look) I think you should take another look…
Clearly, Henriksen doesn’t give a shit.
Henriksen: Thanks for your time and consideration…
As he returns to his paperwork…Mara gives him a long look. Asshole. As she rises to exit…
Int. Tub Room-Day
A tiled wash room…Sam works a mop near one end, working his way toward…Randall, the older inmate we met in the Teaser, who’s also wielding a wet mop. After a beat… Sam catches Randall’s eye…
(Pages Skip)
Dean: (then) It’s not like we can just come back…Henriksen’ll have us shot on sight…
Sam: Wait. I got it…(off his look) I need to see my lawyer…
Int. Visitor’s Pen-Day
Sam on one side of the glass…the P.D. Mara Daniels on the other. They speak via telephone.
Sam: I need your help…
Mara: It’s about time…(off his look) I was beginning to wonder about you and your brother…
Sam nods, gets on with business…
Sam: Listen. We need you to do some research…like right now…
Mara: (nods) I’ve done quite a bit already, each of the charges against you…
Sam: This is not about us…(off her look) I need anything you can dig up on a prison nurse who worked here in the 70’s. Most important, I need to know how she died, where she’s buried…
Mara: What? Sam, I’m not kidding. We’re talking a life sentence here…
Sam: I know…I really need this…
Mara: For what possible reason??
Sam: I can’t tell you why…but you’ve got to believe me…you’ve got to trust me…
Mara’s struggling with this bizarre request. As she considers Sam through the glass…
Ext. On The Yard-Late Day
Sam and Dean play one-on-one half-court at one of the hoops. Their minds are clearly elsewhere as the dribble, shoot, rebound…
Dean: It’s almost time…
Sam: I know…
Dean makes his move, dribbles around Sam for a lay-up…
Dean: I can’t believe we’re just gonna walk away…
Sam: She’ll come through…
Dean: Doesn’t sound like it, from what you said…
Now it’s Sam’s turn…he fakes a drive, the launches a jumper…as Dean rebounds…
Dean: I hate this…I mean I really hate this…
Sam knows what he’s talking about.
Sam: We can’t win them all…
Dean: Why not??
He shoots…Misses…
Dean: Dammit…
Sides End
Sides For Kaylor
Dean: Son of a bitch!
Meanwhile, Sam’s been trying to move in to intercede…but Tiny keeps him well out of the action. Like trying to get through a brick wall.
Lucas moves in. Dean plants a shoe in Lucas’ crown jewels. Dean then leg sweeps him to the ground. Dean moves in for the coup de grace, when:
Guard’s voice: That’s enough!
Dean stops and faces the guard. He is a rough looking customer named Kaylor.
Kaylor: Lucas, on your feet.
Lucas: Yes, sir, boss.
He gets up. Kaylor approaches Dean.
Kaylor: (to Dean) What’s your name?
Dean: Winchester.
Kaylor: Well, Winchester, not a good start. Solitary. (Beat) You too, Lucas.
A couple of guards show up to take them away. Dean throws a sheepish look back to his worried brother.
Dean: We having fun yet?
And with that, Dean’s gone. Sam shakes his head. Then looks to Tiny, gives him a wan smile. Tiny draws a line across his neck, like, you’re dead. Sam just nods-par for the course.
Int. Solitary- Night
A small, four-cell block-unlike the other cells, these don’t have windows. Just a small slit to slide food through.
(Pages Skip)
Act Four
Omit
Int. Tub Room-Dusk
Kaylor and another guard walk Sam and Dean inside the tub room. When Kaylor turns to the other Guard.
Kaylor: Take off, I want to handle this alone.
Kaylor’s hard eyes look to the other Guard says it all. The Guard exits.
Kaylor locks the door behind him. The three men stare at each other for a few beats. Then:
Dean: Deacon, you’ve been beating the holy hell outta me, man.
We realize that Kaylor is the “Deacon” that got the boys into this case…and that the boys’ previous fight was an act!
Kaylor: Hey, I been going easy on you. But had to make it look real, right?
Dean: I guess.
Kaylor: So, is it over?
He clips off their plastic cuffs.
Sam: No, turns out it wasn’t Moody.
Kaylor: What?!... Then who…?
Sam: We think some nurse who used to work here, but we’re a little shy on all the information we need.
Dean: Which is why we should stay here until we get it.
Kaylor: (remembering something) Oh. Hey. Guys.
Sam: (to Dean) What, you want to have this fight for real? We gotta go, and we gotta go now.
Kaylor: Guys…
Sam: We don’t leave, we’ll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee, with Henriksen as company!
Kaylor: Guys!
Sam and Dean: What?
Kaylor pulls an envelope from his pocket.
Kaylor: Your lawyer left this for you.
He hands it to Dean. Dean smiles at Sam.
Dean: Would you look at that? I am friggin’ velvety smmoth.
Sam: Maybe you’d like to open that, you know, after you’re through patting yourself on the back.
Dean opens the envelope and reads.
Dean: Wow.
He keeps reading.
Sam: Want to share with the class?
Dean: Glockner died in an old cell block, right after Moody bit it. Seems they had a ittle inmate uprising and she got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell, gave her severe (reads) …cerebral edema?
Sam: Someone bashed her head in. (then) It say where she’s buried?
Dean: Yep.
Kaylor: Alright. Then let’s get you the hell out of here.
Kaylor moves to a covered vent, low on the wall. Removes the cover-clearly, he previously removed the screws.
Dean: Don’t worry, Deacon. We’ll get this friggin’ thing.
Kaylor: Good. ‘Cause I want it outta my prison. (warm beat) Boys, I can’t thank you enough for this. Your daddy raised you right.
With eyes on Dean…acknowledging his brother, Sam says-
Sam: Well. He raised us to pay our debts. And we owed you.
Close on Dean. Proud of his brother. Just a half beat.
Kaylor: (nods) hope to see you again. (beat) Just not inside here, okay?
Sam: Do our best.
Dean crosses to Kaylor.
Dean: Where you want it?
Kaylor: What…oh.
He points to his chin.
Kaylor: Make it look real, son.
Dean nods…then sends a round-house punch right at Kaylor…we smash cut to:
Ext. Alley Behind Jail-Night
Sam and Dean. Free men. Moving in stealth-mode. They climb up a maintenance ladder, from below ground level, up to the alley. They’re both glad to see…the Impala parked in a shadowy corner. Dean speaks to his car…
Dean: Good to see you, baby.
They each open a car door…finding civilian clothes waiting for them. As they quick-change from their jail-issue…
Dean: Wish I could see the look on Henriksen’s face…
Sam: Really? ‘Cause I’d be happy if I never saw him again. We’re not out of the woods yet, you know.
When RIIIINNNNGGG! Alarms at the nearby Jail House. Kaylor must’ve been discovered. Sam and Dean share a look…
Dean: Point taken.
As they jump into the Impala and tear-ass out of there…
Int. Guard Station-Night
Kaylor, big nasty bruise on his chin. Henriksen standing in front of him, Agent Reidy in the background.
Sides End.