1.10 Asylum (transcript)

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SUPERNATURAL

1.10 Asylum

Written by: Richard Hatem

Directed by: Guy Bee

Air Date: 22 Nov 2005

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TEASER

Scenes of an abandoned Asylum, graffiti, rubbish, torch light moving along the walls, chains on a door being broken, from the perspective of someone moving through the Asylum.

A Police Car pulls up, and a couple of cops get out. Cop1 - Older, African-American, Cop2 - Young, Caucasian.

Cop1: Can't keep kids out of this place.

Cop2: What is it, anyway?

Cop1: I forgot! You're not a local. You don't know the legend.

Cop2: Legend?

Cop1: Every town's got it's stories, right? Ours is Roosevelt Asylum. They say it's haunted with the ghosts of the patients. Spend the night, the spirits will drive you insane.

Young cop stares at building. They enter in through a door, with flashlights on.

Cop1: Hello! Police Officers. Poleese Officers!

Sound of a glass bottle rolling. They stare at chains on the floor in front of a door.

Cop1: You tell'n me these kids brought bolt-cutters? C'mon. Let's split up.

Cop2: Right...

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Cop2 walks past a door saying 'mooR relioB' (you get the idea).

Cop2: Hello? Hello? (opens a door marked 'hazard')

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Cop1: Alright, c'mon out.

Flashlight reveals three kids sitting in the dark.

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Cop2 is still wandering around, his flashlight goes out. Shot of a door opening onto him...

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Cop1 watches a yellow & black sportscar drive off, then walkie-talkies:

Cop1: Kelly, you copy?

Cop2 suddenly appears right behind him, slightly blank-faced.

Cop1: Jeeze! Where the hell you been?

Cop2: In there...

Cop1: What was it? See anything?

Cop2: Huh. No.

The get in car. Cop2 is looking ominous. His nose starts to bleed, and he wipes it.

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Cop2 arrives home, his (presumably) wife is in bed, reading.

Cop's Wife: Hey.

Cop starts putting his stuff away. I.e. Gun.

Cop's Wife: So, what? You're still not talking to me? Walt! I said I was sorry about before, how many times do I have to say it?

Cop picks up gun suddenly, and it cuts to outside, and the sound of a shot being fired, with muzzle-flash, then another.

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Credits roll.

Motel sign, then inside - Sam's talking on a cellphone.

Sam: No, Dad was in California last time we heard from him. We just thought - he comes to you for 'munitions, maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks? Just - call us if you hear anything!

Cellphone voice (Caleb): Ok

Sam: Thanks.

Cellphone voice (Caleb): You bet.

Sam hangs up.

Dean: Caleb hasn't heard from him?

Sam: Nope. And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Anything there?

Dean: No. Same last time I looked. Nothing I can make out. Heh. I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like frikken' Yoda.

Sam: Y'know, maybe we should call the Feds? File a missing persons?

Dean: We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we got the Feds on his tail.

Sam: I don't care anymore.

Cellphone rings.

Sam: After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean - he should've been there Dean, you said so yourself, you tried to call him, and - nothing.

Dean is rummaging through bags for the phone.

Dean: I know! Where the hell is my cellphone?

Sam: Y'know. He could be dead for all we know.

Dean: Don't say that! He's not dead! He's - he's...

Sam: He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?

Dean finds and opens the cellphone.

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Shot of Cellphone: Message
From: Unavailable Subject: Message: 42, -89

9:52

BACK REPLY

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Dean: (quietly) Huh. I don't believe it.

Sam: (confused bunny face) What?

Dean: It's uh. A text message. It's coordinates.

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Dean's sitting at the laptop.

Sam: You think Dad's texting us?

Dean: He's given us co-ordinates before.

Sam: The man can barely work a toaster, Dean.

Dean: Sam! It's good news! It means he's ok, or alive at least.

Sam: Well, was there a number? On the caller-ID?

Dean: Naw, it said 'Unknown'.

Sam: Well, ok - well where do the coordinates point?

Dean: That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois.

Sam: ...

Sam: Ok, and that's interesting how?

Dean: I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this.

Shot of laptop screen, with a webpage open, 'The Rockford Metro News' - 'Local Officer Murder-Suicide'. Dean enlarges a picture of Cop2.

Dean: This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, and blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum.

Sam: Ok, I'm not following. Whhhh- what has this have to do with us?

Dean: Dad earmarked the same Asylum in the journal. Lets see...

Shot of journal, with an article clipped out and pasted in on the right hand side, opposite a little wendigo drawing, saying 'Teenagers die in abandoned hospital fire'.

Dean: Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths - til last week at least - I think this is where he want's us to go!

Sam: (snorts) Pfft. (Stands, rubs head, angsts, shot of the hair) This is a job (rubs jaw) Dad wants us to work a job.

Dean: Well maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?

Sam: Maybe he's not? I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing.

Dean: Who cares! (closes book, laptop) If he wants us there, that's good enough for me!

Sam: This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?

Dean: Sam! Dad's tellin' us to go somewhere, we're goin'.

Sam makes grumpy faces.

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Car goes brrrrrroom!

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Bar/Motel shot "The Old Terminal Pub", with 'Rooms' in blue. Music plays.

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A bottle, a leather jacket, it pans up and it's... Cop1.

Dean: You're Daniel Gunderson. You're a cop, right?

Cop1: Yeah.

Dean: Huh. I'm uh, Nigel Tufnel, The Chicago Tribune. Mind if I ask you a couple of questions, about your partner?

Cop1: Yeah, I do. I'm just tryin' to have a beer.

Dean: That's ok, it won't take that long. I just want to get the story in your words.

Cop1: A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair, and now he's dead. You gonna ambush me here?

Dean: Sorry. But I need to know what happened.

Sam rushes in and yanks Dean up.

Sam: Hey buddy, huhyanahoogah (???) alone! (Sam throws Dean around roughly, then points at the cop) The man's an officer! Why don't you show a little respect.

Dean pauses, then walks off.

Cop1: You didn't haveta do that.

Sam: Yeah, course I did. That guy's a serious jerk. Let me buy you a beer, huh? (raises two fingers to barman) Two?

Cop1: Thanks.

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Sam walks out of the bar.

Dean: Shoved me kinda hard, buddy boy.

Sam, raises arms from sides.

Sam: I had to sell it, didn't I? It's method acting.

Dean: Huh?

Sam: Never mind.

Dean: What'd you find out from Gunderson?

Sam: So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even keeled, he had a bright future ahead of him.

Dean: What about at home?

Sam: He and his wife were having some problems, a few fights, like everybody, but he was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids.

Dean: Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him.

Sam: Right.

Dean: What'd Gunderson tell you about the Asylum?

Sam: A lot.

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Shot of them jumping over a rusty link fence.

Shots of signs saying 'Roosevelt Asylum
Est. 1873'

'KEEP OUT
Condemned Building
No Entry Allowed
Violators Prosecuted'

'NO TRESSPASSING
Property Of The State Of Illinois'