3.14 Long-Distance Call (transcript)

SUPERNATURAL

3.14 Long-Distance Call

Written by: Jeremy Carver

Directed by: Robert Singer

Air Date: 1 May 2008

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TEASER

INTERIOR. A COLD RAIN LASHES A LARGE COMFORTABLE HOUSE.

A man is in his study, he pours a whiskey and walks back and forth, looking worried. The phone rings and he jerks, staring at it for a long moment before he moves to pick it up. The phone's screen shows the number as 'SHA33'.

MAN
Hello.

WOMAN
Ben.

BEN
Linda.

LINDA
Ben, I had to talk to you...

BEN
You can't keep calling here.

LINDA
I know. I know, just...just tell me you thought about it please.

BEN
There's nothing to think about.

LINDA
Don't say that.

BEN

I can't. You know I can't. My wife....

LINDA
I'm begging you, come to me. Come to me Ben.

BEN
No.

He hangs up. The phone immediately starts ringing again. BEN picks it up.

BEN
Linda. Please. Please leave me alone.

LINDA
I'm not going to stop. I miss you Ben. We could be happy. We could be happy together.

BEN
This is...this is crazy.

LINDA
I love you! Forever. Don't you love me?

BEN
You know I do. More than anything. I'm sorry.

LINDA
Ben wait....

BEN hangs up. The phone rings again. BEN picks it up the receiver and slams it back down a numebr of time, then throws the whole phone across the room, the cord ripping out of the wall. BEN rubs his face and stares at nothing.

After a few moments the phone starts ringing again. BEN looks shattered. He slowly opens the desk draw and takes out a handgun. He stares at it for a few seconds then takes a deep breath.

BEN
Okay Linda. You win.

He stares at the ceiling, then lifts the gun and places the barrel against his throat, pointing upwards. He cocks it.

BEN
I'm coming.

Close up of the phone screen spinning through letter and numbers and again landing on SHA33. A gunshot is heard, then the thud of something hitting the ground.

END TEASER

ACT ONE

SAM walks across a city square to where DEAN sits on a bench.

DEAN
(Into phone) Yep. I got it. Okay, bye.

DEAN hangs up, picks up and throws an unopened can of soda to SAM, stand sup and shoves the rest of the food he is eating into his mouth.

DEAN
So?

SAM
So, the professor doesn't know crap.

DEAN
Shocking. Pack your panties Sammy, we're hitting the road.

SAM
What? What's up?

DEAN
That was Bobby. Some banker guy blew his head off in Ohio and he thinks there's a spirit involved.

SAM
So you two were talking a case?

DEAN
No we were actually talking about our feelings. And then our favourite boy bands. Yeah we were talking case!

SAM
So a spirit, what?

DEAN
Yeah the banker was tlaking about some sort of elecrical problems at his pad for like a week. Phone was going haywire, computer was flipping on and off.

SAM
Huh...

DEAN
This is not ringing your bell?

SAM
Well, sure, yeah. But, Dean, we're already on a case.

DEAN
Whose?

SAM
Yours.

DEAN
Right. Yeah. Well, you coulda fooled me.

SAM
What the hell else have we been doing lately other than trying to break your deal?

DEAN
Chasing our tails, that's what. Sam we've talked to every professor, witch, soothsayer and two bit carny act in the lower 48. Nobody knows squat! And we can't find Bela, we can't find the Colt. So until we actually find something, I'd like to do my job.

SAM
Well there's one thing we haven't tried yet...

DEAN
Sam no.

SAM
We should summon Ruby.

DEAN
I'm not gunna have this fight with you.

SAM
She said she knows how to save you.

DEAN
Well she can't.

SAM
Oh really, you know that for sure?

DEAN
I do.

SAM
How.

DEAN
Because she told me, okay!

SAM
What?

DEAN
She told me. Flat out. She can't save me, nobody can.

SAM
And you just somehow neglected to mention this to me?

DEAN
Well I really don't care what that bitch thinks and neither should you, so...

SAM
So what now you're keeping secrets from me Dean?

DEAN
You really wanna talk about who's keeping secrets from who?

They stare at each otehr in silence, then SAM turns away.

DEAN
Now where you going?

SAM
Guess I'm going to Ohio.

..........................

SAM and DEAN in the Impala, turn into the driveway of the house where BEN died. Cut to the study.

WOMAN
(Pointing) I found him there.

DEAN
Why don't you tell us everything you saw Mrs Waters.

MRS WATERS
You mean beside my dead husband?

SAM
Just everything else you saw. Please.

MRS WATERS
(sighs) Blood. Everywhere. The phone was ripped from the wall, his favourite scotch on the desk, what else could you possibly want to know?

SAM
Why was the phone ripped from the wall?

MRS WATERS
I don't know.

SAM
You mind if I take a look?

MRS WATERS
I already went over this with the other detectives.

DEAN
We'll be out of your hair in no time ma'am.

SAM (picking up the phone and pressing a few buttons) Ma'am, what time did your husband die?

MRS WATERS
(Sighing) Sometime after 11.

SAM waits until DEAN looks at him then taps the phone display.

DEAN
What about strange phone calls? Receive any of those lately, weird interference, static, anything like that?

MRS WATERS
(Defensively) No.

DEAN raises his eyebrows at her.

MRS WATERS
No!

DEAN
Mrs Waters, witholding information from the police is a capital offence.

SAM noisily clears his throat. DEAN glances at him and recieves a bitchface.

DEAN
(Under his breath) In some parts of the world I'm sure.

MRS WATERS
(Sighing) A couple of weeks ago, uh....there was this...

DEAN
This what?

MRS WATERS
I woke up one morning, I heard Ben in his study. I thought he was talking to a woman.

SAM
What made you think that?

MRS WATERS
Because he kept calling her Linda. The thing is, I picked up the other line and nobody was there, Ben was talking to nobody.

SAM
There was nothing?

MRS WATERS
Just static.

SAM
Did you ever speak to Ben about this phone call?

MRS WATERS
No. I should have but...no.

SAM
Did he ever say who Linda was?

MRS WATERS
(Getting upset)What difference does it make, there was nobody on the other end!

............................

INTERIOR. MOTEL ROOM.

DEAN is at the latop, SAM sitting on the bed.

DEAN
Linda's a babe. Or, was.

SAM
(Rising) Did you find her?

DEAN
Yeah, Linda Bateman. She and Ben were high school sweethearts.

SAM
So what happened?

DEAN
Drunk driver hit them head on. Ben walked away.

SAM
So, what then. Dead flame calls to chat?

DEAN
You would think, but Linda was cremated. So why's she still floating around.

SAM
You got me.

DEAN
What about that, uh, caller I.D?

SAM
Turns out, it's a phone number.

DEAN
No phone number I've ever seen.

SAM
Yeah, cause it's about a century old, back from when phones had cranks.

DEAN
So why use that number to reach out and touch someone.

SAM
Got me there too but we should put a trace on it.

DEAN
Well how the hell are we going to put a trace on something that's over 100 years old?

..........................

INTERIOR. BASEMENT OFFICE

DEAN and SAM follow a suited man down the stairs and along a hallway.

MAN
We don't get many folks from HQ down here.

DEAN
Yes well the main office mentioned that there would be a lunch.

MAN
Well I'm sure we can arrange something. The man you wanna be be speaking to is right this...

SAM swipes at a fly that as flown into his hair.

MAN
I know, sorry. We've got something of a hygenie issue down here if you ask me.

MAN
(entering a downstairs office) Stewie? What did I tell you about keeping this place clean.

STEWIE sits at a large console with multiple screens and keyboards. Various packets of junk food and are strewn about. STEWIE jumps at their entrance and desperately tries to close down the multiple screens in front of him showing advertisements for porn sites.

STEWIE
(clicking quickly) Spam mail...spam mail...

MAN
Stewie Myers. Mr Campbell. Mr Raimi.

STEWIE
(still clicking things closed) I don't know how all this got here

The MAN reaches out and flicks the back of STEWIE'S head, making him jump again and grunt.

MAN
From headquarters?

STEWIE spins around in his chair, then quickly crosses his legs and places his hands together on his lap.

MAN
Give these gentlemen whatever they need.

STEWIE
Yeah.

DEAN
Thank you.

SAM
Thanks.

The MAN leaves.

STEWIE
So....can I help you?

DEAN checks to make sure the MAN is gone then gestures toward the screen.

DEAN
(Smirking) Is that ahhh, BustyAsianBeauties.com?

STEWIE
(quickly) No.

WOMAN ON COMPUTER
Oh, me so horny.

A shot of the screen shows it is bustyasianbeauties.com.

STEWIE
(Quickly clicking again) Maybe.

DEAN
A word to the wise? Platinum membership? Worth every penny. Ha? (DEAN nods knowingly)

SAM
Right, anyway. We're here to trace a number?

SAM hands STEWIE a piece of paper.

STEWIE
Where did you get this?

SAM
Off caller I.D.

STEWIE
Oh no, that's impossible.

DEAN
It hasn't been used in a few years, we know.

STEWIE
A few years? It's prehistoric. Trust me, nobody is using this number anymore.

SAM
Sure. Could you run it anyway?

STEWIE
(Snarkily) Sure. Why don't I just rearrange my whole life first.

DEAN and SAM glance it each other. DEAN smiles.

DEAN
(leaning closer) Listen, uh, Stewie. YOu got like 6 kinds of employee code violations down here, not to mentioning the sickening porn that is clogging up your hard drive. Now when my partner says run the number, I suggest you run the number!

They both give Stewie a hard look. He looks between them then turns back to his console. DEAN stands up straight again and grins at SAM, who shrugs and smiles back.

STEWIE
Okay, whatever, jeez!

STEWIE clicks a few more buttons. One of his screens fills with a long list of numbers.

STEWIE
Holy crap.

SAM
What?

STEWIE
I can't tell you where the number comes from, but I can tell you where it's been going.

SAM
What do you mean?

STEWIE pushes print, goes to the printer and hands some paper to SAM.

STEWIE
Ten different number in the past few weeks, all got calls from the same number.

He looks between SAM and DEAN as they stare at each other, then sighs and walks between them back to his console. He stares at it for a moment, then looks back at them.

STEWIE
So, are we done here? Cause I was....sort of...busy?

DEAN
(Smirking) Right.

..............................

EXTERIOR. SUBURBAN STREET.

SAM gets out of a rental car ad makes his way up a footpath, knocking on the door. It is opened by a midle aged man. His son comes to stand beside him, around 6-7 yrs old.

MAN
Yeah?

SAM
Hello sir, I am with the phone company?

MAN
We didnt call the phone company.

SAM
Oh no sir, we're calling you. We've had a lot of complaints from the neighbourhood lately.

MAN
Complaints?

SAM
Yes sir. Dropped calls, static, maybe even strange voices on the other end of the line?

A teenage girls steps into the hallway while SAM is speaking, looking startled.

MAN
No, we haven't had any of that here.

SAM
Nothing?

MAN
No.

SAM
Okay. Great, just thought we'd check. Thanks.

MAN
No problem. (to his son) Come on Simon.

As they turn to close the door SAM sees the girl staring at him, looking scared. She turns away as the door closes. SAM stares after her

As SAM opens his car again the girl appears.

LANIE
No way you work for the phone company.

SAM
Sure I do.

LANIE
Since when does a phone guy drive a rental or wear a cheap suit?

SAM
(Huffing a laugh) Yeah, well. Maybe we're both keeping secrets.

LANIE
Why did you ask my Dad is he's hearing strange voices on the phone?

SAM
Why, did you hear something?

LANIE
No.

SAM
My mistake, I thought maybe you did.

LANIE
Well I didn't, okay?

SAM
(smiling) Okay. Sorry to bother you.

LANIE looks uncomfortable but doesn't move. SAM looks down at his keys.

SAM
Because you know...if you did...then I would have told you that I've been right where you're astanding right now. Hearing thingd, even seeing things that can'tbe explained. Maybe I would have been able to help out a little bit. Anyway...<
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LANIE
Hey wait. Maybe....maybe I've been talking on the phone...with my Mom.

SAM
Well that's not so strange.

LANIE
She's dead. Like three years now.

SAM
How often does she call you?

LANIE
A few times. It started a week ago. I thought I was like, crazy or something.

SAM
Well I can tell you one thing for sure, and you're going to have to go with me on this, okay? You're not crazy.

.....................

INTERIOR. SAM'S RENTAL CAR.

SAM (answering phone) Yeah.

DEAN
(Walking down a busy street) Dude, stiff's have been calling people all over town.

SAM
Yeah tell me about it.

DEAN
I just talked to an 84 year old grandmother who's having phone sex with her husband, who died in Korea!

SAM
Eww.

DEAN
It redefined my understanding of the word 'Necrophilia'.

A young woman walking past DEAN overhears and gasps, giving him a dirty look as she passes. He pauses, grimacing, then turns to check her out as she continues walking.

SAM
So what the hell's going on here Dean?

DEAN
(Reaching the Impala) Beats me but we'd better find out soon. This place is turning into spook central.

SAM
Yeah. Alright I'll call you later.

DEAN
(Opening the door) Yeah.

They hang up. DEAN'S phone immediately rings again. He checks out the number, then answers.

DEAN
Yeah what?

There is nothing but static.

DEAN
Sam?

JOHN
Dean?

DEAN freezes, looking shocked.

JOHN
Dean, is that you?

DEAN
Dad?

END ACT ONE

ACT TWO

INTERIOR. MOTEL ROOM.

SAM sits at the table, DEAN paces.

SAM
Dad? You really think it was Dad?

DEAN
I dont' know, maybe.

SAM
Well what did he sound like?

DEAN
Like Oprah! Like Dad, he sounded like Dad, what do you think.

SAM
What did he say?

DEAN
My name.

SAM
That's it?

DEAN
Call dropped out.

SAM
Why would he even call in the first place Dean?

DEAN
I don't know man. Why are ghosts calling anybody in this town? But I mean, other people are hearing from their loved ones, why can't we? It's at least a possibility, right?

SAM
Yeah, I guess?

DEAN
Okay, so what if....what if it really is Dad? What happens if he calls back?

SAM
What do you mean?

DEAN
What do I say?

SAM
Hello.

DEAN
Hello?

SAM shrugs.

DEAN
That's what you come back with. Hello?

SAM
uhh...

DEAN
(grabbing his jacket and going to the door) Hello!

DEAN walks out. SAM looks after him, concerned. He shakes his head.

...................

INTERIOR. MOTEL ROOM.

Later. SAM sits on the couch with the laptop in front of him on the coffee table. DEAN returns.

DEAN
Find anything?

SAM
After three hours I have found no reason why anything supernatural would be going on here.

DEAN
Well, you know, you think a Stanford education and a high school hook up rate of zero.zero would produce better results than that.

SAM
Hilarious.

DEAN
Sammy you're just looking in the wrong places pal.

SAM
And what are the right places Dean?

DEAN
(Reaching into his jacket pocket) Motel pamplet rack.

DEAN drops some literature on the coffee table.

DEAN
Milan, Ohio. Birthplace of Thomas Edison.

SAM
(flicking through the papers) Yeah, right. So what?

DEAN
Keep reading.

SAM scoffs slightly and keeps looking. He sighs, but after a few moments his eyebrows go up and he looks at DEAN.

SAM
You're kidding.

DEAN raises his eyebrows back, smiling.

.....................

INTERIOR. MUSEUM.

A young female guide shepherds a tour.

GUIDE
And we're walking. And, here we have one of the museum's most unique and treasured possessions. Thomas Edison's spirit phone. Did you know that Mr Edison, as well as being one of America's most beloved inventors, was also a devout occultist? ooh!

DEAN
(whispering) What's with the quote-y fingers?

GUIDE
He spent years working on this, his final invention, which he was convinced could be used to communicate with the dead. Pretty spooky huh?

The Guide checks her watch, twirls her fingers in the air and begins leading the group away.

GUIDE
And we're walking. We are walking. We're walking. And we're not touching that. And we're walking. And stop.

SAM quickly gets out his EMF and holds it over the spirit phone.

DEAN
Anything?

SAM
Nothing.

DEAN
What do you think? SAM
Honestly? It kinda looks like an old pile of junk to me.

DEAN
It's not even plugged in.

SAM
Maybe it idn't work like that.

DEAN
Okay. Maybe it's like a radio tower, broadcasting the dead all over town.

SAM
Could be.

DEAN
You know, this caller I.D. is 100 years old right? Right around the time this thing was built.

SAM
Yeah but why would it all of a sudden start working now?

DEAN
I don't know. But as long as the moldy are calling the freshers around here it's the best reason we've got.

SAM
Yeah maybe.

DEAN
So maybe it really is Dad.

............................

INTERIOR. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT.

SAM sleeps. DEAN sits at the table, a large take away coffee cup in his hand, his phone beside him. He stares into space. The phone rings, the display showing 'SHA33". DEAN grabs it quickly and heads into the bathroom.

DEAN
(whispering) Dad?

JOHN
Dean.

DEAN Is it really you?

JOHN
Its' me.

DEAN
How can I be sure?
v JOHN
You can't. Dean, how could you do it?

DEAN
What?

JOHN
Sell your soul.

DEAN
I was looking after Sam, like you told me to.

JOHN
I never wanted this. Never. You're my boy, I love you. I can't want you to go to hell Dean.

DEAN
I'm sorry. I don't know how to stop it.

JOHN
Cause if you break the deal Sam dies right?

DEAN
What?

JOHN
Well I know a way out. For both of you.

DEAN
How?

JOHN
The demon who holds your contract. He's here. Now.

........................................

INTERIOR. LANIE'S BEDROOM.

LANIE is on her computer.

LANIE
(Writes) Okay. See you tomorrow.

The Computer beeps a new message.

SHA33
Lanie? Is that you?

LANIE
(Typing) Mom?

SHA33
I asked you a questions last night. Have you thought about it?

LANIE
I don't know what you want.

SHA33
Of course you do. I want to see you.

LANIE
I went to see you. At the cemetary.

SHA33
That's not what I mean.

LANIE
But I'm scared.

SHA33
Don't be sacred. I'm right here with you.

THe screen suddenly blacks out. LANIE can see her reflection in it. She is terrified. Behind her, her mother approaches and lays a hand on her shoulder. LANIE swings around but there's no one there. She jumps up, turns of the screen and backs away, gasping and almost starts to cry.

The screen turns itself back on. LANIE gasps. "Come to me." is typed over and over across the whole screen. LANIE approaches the computer, crying.

END ACT TWO