1.10 Asylum (transcript)
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Written by: Richard Hatem
Directed by: Guy Bee
Air Date: 22 Nov 2005
TEASER
ROOSEVELT ASYLUM. ROCKFORD, ILLINOIS.
INTERIOR. Graffiti and rubbish. Torch light moves along the walls, the chain on the door is broken.
EXTERIOR.
A police car pulls up. Two cops walk up to chain link fence.
COP 1
Can't keep kids out of this place.
COP 2
What is it, anyway?
COP 1
I forgot! You're not a local. You don't know the legend.
COP 2
Legend?
COP 1
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.
INTERIOR
Coprs enter with flashlights
COP 1
Hello? Police Officers......Police Officers!
They see the broken chain on the floor.
COP 1
You tell'n me these kids brought bolt-cutters? C'mon. Let's split up.
COP 2
Right...
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COP 2
(now alone) Hello? Hello?
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Camera switches between cops wandering about alone.
COP 1
(wanders into anotehr room. Expression changes) Alright, c'mon out.
Flashlight reveals three kids sitting in the dark.
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COP 2
Flashlight goes out, he shakes it.
A door creaks open, POV from the doorway, looking at cop. He slowly turns to look at the door.
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EXTERIOR
COP 1
Watches a car drive off then reaches for his radio.
COP 1
Kelly, you copy?
COP 2 appears suddenly behind him.
Cop 1
(jumping) Jeeze! Where the hell you been?
COP 2
In there...
COP 1
What was it? See anything?
COP 2
Huh. No.
They return to police car.
COP 1
(into car radio)This is patrol 1.4 we are clear and returning to station.
VOICE ON RADIO
Roger.
COP 2 nose starts to bleed. He wipes it slowly.
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INTERIOR
COP 2
Enters bedroom, a woman is reading in bed.
WOMAN
Hey.
COP
Begins lining up Gun, keys, etc, on a chest of drawers.
WOMAN
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.
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EXTERIOR - VIEW OF WINDOW
Sounds of gunshot. A brief pause, then another gunshot.
ACT ONE
INTERIOR
SAM
(On phone) No, Dad was in California last 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.
VOICE ON PHONE
Kay
SAM
Thanks.
VOICE
You bet.
DEAN
Caleb hasn't heard from him?
SAM
Nope. And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Anything leads in there?
DEAN
No, the same as last time I looked, nothing I can make out. Hey I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda.
SAM
You 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. DEAN crosses the room.
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
(rummaging through his bags) 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'
