1.19 Provenance (transcript)
Written by: David Ehrman
Directed by: Phil Sgriccia
Air Date: 13 Apr 2006| This page is a Stub Basic information has been added as a placeholder. If you're able, please help us by contributing to this page |
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TEASER
The camera pans over an old fashioned painting of a family hanging on a wall and back to reveal a young couple in formal attire hovering over it.
MAN
Okay, right about there.
He gives the frame one final adjustment against the wall, then stands back.
WOMAN
(Giggling) I can't believe we actually bought this thing.
MAN
There's a reason charity auctions have an open bar.
They stare at it for a moment.
WOMAN
Don't you think...I don't know, it's kinda creepy?
MAN
Its okay, I'll keep you safe.
WOMAN
MayBe you're the one I oughta be scared of?
They Kiss.
WOMAN
Let's go upstairs.
MAN
Give me two minutes to lock up.
She kisses him lingeringly.
MAN
Give me one minute.
He pinches her behind, she squeals and runs upstairs. The eyes of the father in the painting follow her, then his head turns to watch the man lock up. The man checks locks, looks around as if he hears a noise, then continues on to key in the security code.
Camera show Point of View of someone moving slowly up the stairs.
WOMAN
(calling from upstairs) If you don't hurry up I'm gonna start without you!.
A shadow appears in the bedroom doorway, she smiles. A gust of wind blows out her bedside candle.
He moves up the stairs, undoing his trousers. He enters the dark room.
MAN
Babe, get the lights. I can't see a thing.
He throws his short aside and kneels on the bed, there is a squishing noise and he leans back.
MAN
You spill something?
He leans to turn on the bedside lamp and sees his hand is covered in blood.
MAN
Ann?
She is lying on the bed covered in blood, eyes open and staring.
MAN
Ann? ANN!!
He falls backwards, freaking out. A shadow appears over him and he turns and begins screaming.
END TEASER
ACT ONE
INTERIOR. BAR.
DEAN and a young woman lean close together at the bar.
WOMAN
Seven, Four, Two Zero.
DEAN
Seven, Four, Two, Zero. (he is putting her number into his phone). All right, you're in there. Perfect. So is that Brandy with a 'y' or an 'i'?
SAM sits across the bar at a table with papers and a clipboard. He gestures to DEAN, who gives him a 'wait' gesture as he laughs at something the woman whispers. SAM gestures again and DEAN's smile drops.
DEAN
All right, listen, I gotta go.Hold that thought, I'll be right back, okay?
He approaches SAM, holding two beers.
SAM
All right, I think we got something.
DEAN
Oh yeah, me too. I thinkwe need to take a little shore leave, just a little bit. what do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one.
SAM
So what are we today Dean? I mean, are we rock stars, are we army rangers?
DEAN
Reality TV scouts, looking for people with special skills. I mean hey, it's not that far off right? By the way, she's got a friend over there. Possibly hook you up. what do you think?
SAM
Dean, no thanks, I can get my own dates.
DEAN
Yeah you can but you don't.
SAM
What is that supposed to mean?
DEAN
Nothing. What you got?
SAM
Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their own home, a few days ago. Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murder weapons, all...Dean.
DEAN is continuing to check out women in the bar.
SAM
(Continuing) No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and window locked from the inside.
DEAN
(drinking his beer) Could just be a garden variety murder you know, not our department.
SAM
No. Dad says different.
DEAN
What do you mean?
SAM
(pointing at map) Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. First one here in 1912, second one right here in 1945, and the third in 1970, the same MO as the Telescas. Their throats were slit, doors were locked for the inside. Now so much time had passed between murders that nobody checked the pattern, except Dad. He kept his eyes peeled for another one.
DEAN
And now we got one.
SAM
All right, I'm with ya. It's worth checking out. We can't pick this up til first thing though right?
SAM
Yeah.
Dean
(Immediately heading back to the bar) Good.
SAM
Dean...
DEAN
Ladies...did you miss me?
WOMAN
Well Yeah.
DEAN
I'm just kidding. Listen, I talked to my producer, and it is looking good.
WOMEN
(together) Great. Cool.
SAM, watching, sniggers.
.........................
EXTERIOR. STREET. EARLY MORNING.
DEAN sleeps slouched in the passenger seat of the Impala, sunglasses on. SAM walks around the car, leans in and honks the horn. DEAN jumps a foot. SAM sits in the drivers seat, laughing.
DEAN
(adjusting his glasses and sliding back down) Man, that is so not cool.
SAM
I just swept the Telesca's with EMF. It's clean. And last night, while you were....well...out...
DEAN
(smirking) Good times.
SAM
I checked the history of the house. Nothing strange about the Telescas.
DEAN
All right, so if it's not the people and it's not the house, then maybe it's the contents. Cursed object or something.
SAM
The house is clean.
DEAN
Yeah I know, you said that.
SAM
No, I mean it's empty. No furniture, nothing.
DEAN
Where's all their stuff?
...............................
EXTERIOR.
The camera pans across a line of expensive cars, ending on a dust covered Impala then pans up to show upper class people mingling. Classical violin music plays.
INTERIOR. AUCTION HOUSE.
SAM and DEAN wander around, gathering stares from the gentile crowd in their rough clothing. DEAN takes finger food from a tray. One man especially watches them pass then excuses himself from his companion and moves toward them.
DEAN
Consignment auctions, estate sales. Looks like a garage sale for Wasps if you ask me.
DEAN takes more food from a tray on a table as the man moves up behind them.
MAN
Can I help you gentlemen?
DEAN looks him up and down and then puts more food in his mouth.
DEAN
(Putting on a posh voice) I'd like some champagne please.
SAM
(To Dean) He's not a waiter.
SAM holds out his hand to the man.
SAM
I'm Sam Connors.
The Man just looks at him, not moving. SAM moves the hand to point at DEAN.
SAM
That's my brother Dean. We're art dealers, with Connors Limited.
MAN
YOu're art dealer.
SAM
That's right.
MAN
I'm Daniel Blake, this is my auction house. Now gentlemen this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list.
DEAN
We're there chuckles, you just need to take another look.
A waiter goes past with drinks on a tray.
DEAN
(Swiping a glass) Oh. Finally.
DEAN turns back to BLAKE, sniffs the glass, raises his eyebrows then turns and walks away. SAM hastily follows, shooting him dirty looks.
SAM
(To Blake) Cheers.
SAM and DEAN ceck out the items for auction and are drawn to the painting of the family.
WOMAN
I fine example of American Primitive wouldn't you say?
SAM and DEAN turn to see a sleek, classy, extremely good looking young woman in a black dress coming down a spiral staircase. They both stare at her as she turns her back while taking the final part of the stairs. Sam turns back to look at the painting again and DEAN slaps his back while he continues staring at the woman with his mouth open.
SAM
Well I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses. But you knew that, you just wanted to see if I did.
WOMAN
Guilty. And clumsy. I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake.
SAM
I'm Sam. This is my....brother, Dean.
DEAN continues to stuff his face from passing trays.
SARAH
Dean. Can we get you some more mini-quiche?
DEAN
(Chewing) I'm good, thanks.
SARAH
(To Sam) So, can I help you with something?
SAM
Yeah, actually. What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?
SARAH
The whole thing's pretty grisly if you ask me, selling your things this soon. But Dad's right about one thing, sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones.
SAM
Is it possible to see the provenances?
BLAKE
(Coming up behind) I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that.
SAM
Why not?
BLAKE
You're not on the guest list. And I think it's time to leave.
DEAN
(putting on his posh voice again) Well we don't have to be told twice.
BLAKE
Apparently you do.
SAM
Okay. It's all right. We don't want any trouble. We'll go.
DEAN raises his eyebrows and walks off. SAM and SARAH exchange a long look before he follows.
SARAH
