5.11 Sam, Interrupted (transcript)
Written by: Andrew Dabb and Daniel Loflin
Directed by: James L. Conway
Air Date: 21 Jan 2010TEASER
THEN
From 5.10 "Abandon All Hope"
A hellhound stepts in a puddle next to MEG.
DEAN: Hellhounds?
MEG: Yeah, Dean, your favorite!
DEAN shoots a hellhound with the Colt. JO shoots a hellhound. A hellhound tackles JO, shredding her side. In the store, ELLEN takes care of a bleeding JO as SAM and DEAN watch.
JO: I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something. We got everything we need...to build a bomb.
The hellhounds come through the store doors, past the propane tanks. ELLEN presses the button, and the store explodes as SAM and DEAN watch in horror.
From 4.06 "Yellow Fever"
SAM and DEAN stand next to the IMPALA.
DEAN: What are we doing?
SAM: We're hunting a ghost.
DEAN: You know who does that? Crazy people! We...are insane!
From 5.03 "Free to Be You and Me"
SAM fights TIM and REGGIE in the bar, blood on his face.
From 5.10 "Abandon All Hope"
SAM, DEAN, CASTIEL, BOBBY, ELLEN and JO stand for the group picture.
CASTIEL: Tomorrow, we hunt the devil. This is our last night on earth.
From 5.10 "Abandon All Hope"
SAM stares at LUCIFER in the field. DEAN points the Colt at LUCIFER'S head.
CROWLEY VOICE-OVER: Take this thing to Lucifer, and empty it into his face.
LUCIFER looks at DEAN, and DEAN shoots LUCIFER in the head. LUCIFER stands and throws DEAN into a tree.
LUCIFER: (talking to SAM) You know i'd never hurt you.
SAM: You listen to me, you son of a bitch.
LUCIFER throws dirt in the hole.
SAM: I'm gonna kill you myself. I am going to rip your heart out!
LUCIFER: That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage...I'm gonna need it.
NOW
Glenwood Springs Psychiatric Hospital Ketchm, Oklahoma
INT. DR. FULLER'S OFFICE
DR. FULLER opens a file at his desk and flips through some pages. One is a newspaper article that reads: "Young boy dies tragically in early morning hours fire." DR. FULLER sits at his desk while a patient--SUSAN--sits in a chair in front of it.
DR. FULLER: The nurses tell me that you're not taking your medication. You wanna tell me why? (SUSAN is silent.) Susan?
SUSAN: The pills make me sleepy, but I can't. If i sleep, it'll come.
DR. FULLER: Now, we have talked about this.
SUSAN: But it killed Annie.
DR. FULLER leans towards SUSAN.
DR. FULLER: Susan, you're schizophrenic. Your mind plays tricks on you. You get confused. Sometimes, you see things.
SUSAN: I know what I am. Like, I can see my dead son standing right behind you.
There is a little boy standing at the wall behind DR. FULLER'S desk. SUSAN stares at him as she speaks.
SUSAN: I know he's not real.
The little boy is gone, and DR. FULLER begins to look that way, but looks back at SUSAN. SUSAN looks at DR. FULLER.
SUSAN: But the monster...It is real.
DR. FULLER leans back in his chair.
DR. FULLER: Annie was your roommate, and what happened to her was painful for all of us. Perhaps it's easier for you to conjure up a monster than to face how tragic her suicide really was.
SUSAN: I can hear it at night...in the walls. Please. You have to believe me.
DR. FULLER: Susan, there is no such thing as monsters.
INT. SUSAN'S CELL
SUSAN caresses a picture of her son that is taped to her wall. The lights went off.
ORDERLY IN THE HALL: 10:30. Lights out.
SUSAN hugs her knees on her bed for a minute before she hears some thumps coming from the ceiling vent. She gets off the bed as the thumps continue. She stands under the vent, watching it for a while. A screw on the vent starts to unscrew, and she backs up against the wall.
SUSAN: Oh, my God! Help me! Help me!
INT. HALLWAY
Down the hall, other patients begin to yell. A nurse at the nurses' station listens.
NURSE: They're starting early tonight.
INT. SUSAN'S CELL
SUSAN cowers in the corner as the screw falls to the floor. Another screw begins to come loose.
SUSAN: Hurry!
INT. HALLWAY
SUSAN slams against the door, yelling through the window in her door.
SUSAN: It's coming!
Another patient, TED, across the hall watches through his window.
SUSAN: Help me, please! Help me!
SUSAN is suddenly dragged away from the door, and TED gasps. SUSAN'S screams echo down the hall.
INT. SUSAN'S CELL
An orderly unlocks the door and opens it to find SUSAN lying dead on the floor, her wrists cut and blood pooled under her hands.
Title card:
SUPERNATURAL
ACT ONE
INT. DR. FULLER'S OFFICE
DR. FULLER looks through a file, and the camera pans up to reveal DEAN sitting across from him. The camera pans over to show SAM sitting next to DEAN. DR. FULLER looks back down at his file.
DR. FULLER: You were referred to me by a Dr. Babar in Chicago.
DEAN: That's right.
DR. FULLER: Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar?
DEAN: I don't know. I don't have any elephant books. Look, Doctor, I-I-I think the doc was in over his head with this one. (DEAN points at SAM) 'Cause my brother is...
DEAN makes a "crazy sign," circling his finger at the side of his head and whistling. DR. FULLER raises a hand.
DR. FULLER: Okay, fine, thank you. That's-that's really not necessary. (DR. FULLER grabs his file and notepad) Why don't you tell me how you're feeling, Alex?
SAM: (sighs) I'm fine. I mean, okay, a little depressed, I guess.
DR. FULLER writes in his notepad.
DR. FULLER: Okay. Any idea why?
SAM: Probably because I started the apocalypse.
DR. FULLER: (looks up at SAM) The apocalypse?
SAM: Yeah, that's right.
DR. FULLER: (looks at DEAN, who smiles) And you think you started it?
SAM: Well, yeah, I mean...I killed this demon, Lillith, and I accidentally freed Lucifer from hell. So now, he's topside, and we're trying to stop him.
DR. FULLER: (looks at DEAN, who looks exasperated) Who is?
SAM: Me. A-and him. (points at DEAN) And this one angel.
DR. FULLER: Oh, you mean, like a...like an angel on your shoulder.
SAM: No. His name's Castiel. He wears a trench coat.
DR. FULLER goes back to taking notes.
DEAN: See what I mean, Doc? The kid's been beating himself up about this for months. The apocalypse wasn't his fault.
DR. FULLER: (looks up at DEAN, stunned) It's not?
DEAN: No. There was this other demon, Ruby. She got him addicted to demon blood, and near the end, he was practically chugging this stuff.
DR. FULLER looks at SAM, who looks ashamed. DR. FULLER looks back at DEAN.
DEAN: My brother's not evil. He was just...high...yeah? So, could you fix him up so we can get back to traveling around the country and hunting monsters?
DR. FULLER puts up a finger for them to wait. He picks up his phone and dials an extension.
DR. FULLER: Irma...cancel my lunch.
As the doctor hangs up, DEAN pats SAM comfortingly on the arm.
HAPPY NURSE VOICE-OVER: Doctor Fuller would like to--
INT. HALLWAY
A happy nurse leads SAM and DEAN down a hall.
HAPPY NURSE: --keep you both under observation for a couple of days.
DEAN: Both? Me, too?
HAPPY NURSE: Yes, Sugar. The doctor thinks that would be best.
SAM and DEAN give each other victorious smiles.
INT. CHECK-UP ROOM
HAPPY NURSE wraps a blood pressure cuff around DEAN'S right arm.
HAPPY NURSE: Alright, I'm just gonna give you a little check-up.
DEAN: Alright, look, Nurse Ratchet, let's get one thing straight. I've seen Cuckoo's Next, so don't try any of that soul-crushing, authoritarian crap on me, hm?
HAPPY NURSE: (smiles) Okie-dokie.
DEAN nods, smiling uncomfortably.
INT. CHECK-UP ROOM
HAPPY NURSE takes the blood pressure cuff off of SAM'S arm.
HAPPY NURSE: Alright, you can go ahead and take down your pants.
SAM: (looks up in horror) Wait, w-what? W-what for?
HAPPY NURSE snaps a rubber glove on, smiling at him. SAM looks uncomfortable.
INT. PATIENT LOUNGE
DEAN leans against the back of a couch, wearing the patient scrubs, shoes and blue robe. He stares at the floor until SAM walks up, wearing the same thing. SAM sighs, and they both look frazzled.
DEAN: How was your Silkwood shower?
SAM: Okay. Yeah, good. Yeah, good, um--good water pressure. Did the nurse...
DEAN: She was very thorough.
SAM: Yeah. Yeah, good. Good. Yeah.
DEAN looks around the lounge, seeing the other patients. One female patient is playing with a pink bunny.
DEAN: I can't believe I let you talk me into this.
SAM: Hey, it's the least we could do. Martin saved Dad's ass more times than we can count. He's a great hunter.
DEAN: Was. Until Albuquerque.
SAM: Besides, I just figure it's best we keep busy. That's all.
DEAN: Better than what?
SAM: Nothing.
DEAN motions for more.
SAM: Okay. Look...um...last few weeks, you've kind of been worrying me.
DEAN: (rolls his eyes) Oh, come on, Sam. Stop. Look, just because we're in the loony bin doesn't give you the right to head-shrink me.
SAM: Dean--
DEAN: Ellen and Jo dying--Yeah, it was a friggin' tragedy, okay? But I'm not gonna wallow in it.
SAM: Dean, you always do this. You can't just keep this crap in.
DEAN: (chuckles) Watch me. (looks over towards a table) Oh, there he is.
SAM and DEAN walk over to a table where MARTIN sits, staring out the window. SAM clears his throat, and MARTIN looks at them.
MARTIN: Sam, Dean, wow. (stands, shakes SAM'S hand) Wow, you boys got big. You look good.
SAM: Thanks. You do, too, Martin.
MARTIN: Uh...Well, thanks for coming. (motions for them to sit)
SAM: Yeah.
DEAN and MARTIN sit at the table while SAM gets a chair and pulls it up, sitting.
MARTIN: In the old days, I could've taken care of this thing with both hands tied behind my back...but, well...now...
SAM: What do you think it is that we're hunting?
MARTIN: I don't know yet. A ghost, demon, monster...animal, vegetable, mineral. (chuckles) Hospital's had five deaths in the last four months. Doctors keep calling it suicides, but they're wrong.
SAM: So, you've seen this thing?
MARTIN shakes his head.
DEAN: Has anyone seen this thing?
MARTIN: Well, a couple patients have, uh...had glimpses, but there's not a lot to go on.
DEAN: Are they reliable?
MARTIN: Oh, sure, why wouldn't they be?
DEAN looks around at a female patient, who is dancing and humming. DEAN looks back at MARTIN.
DEAN: Gee, I don't know.
MARTIN: I know you boys think I'm a bag of loose screws. Now, you wouldn't be wrong. But I wouldn't have called you unless there was something here. I can feel it in my gut.
DEAN and SAM exchange looks.
SAM: We believe you. Have you checked any of the bodies? Found signs of an attack?
MARTIN: Well, uh, no...I don't go around dead b-b-b-bodies anymore.
DEAN frowns at MARTIN'S flinching. DR. FULLER walks up behind them.
DR. FULLER: Alex, Eddie.
SAM and DEAN turn to face him.
DR. FULLER: Well, I'm glad to see you're making friends. Why don't you and, uh, Mr. Creaser join us for group? Please. Right this way.
SAM, DEAN, and MARTIN stand. MARTIN and SAM walk over to the doctor. DR. FULLER stops DEAN.
DR. FULLER: Actually, I'm gonna be putting you in the afternoon group.
DEAN: What? Why?
DR. FULLER: Well, to be frank, uh, the relationship that you have with your brother seems dangerously codependent. I think a little time apart will do you both good.
DR. FULLER walks away, and SAM and DEAN watch him go, confused. DEAN waves goodbye to SAM.
INT. GROUP THERAPY ROOM
SAM, MARTIN and five other patients sit in a circle with DR. FULLER.
DR. FULLER: Alright, so...who would like to start us off?
TED raises his hand.
DR. FULLER: Anyone else?
TED raises his hand a little higher.
DR. FULLER: Alright, Ted. Calm down.
TED: (lowers his hand) I am calm. And I'd very calmly like to talk about the monster that's hunting us.
DR. FULLER: Ted, we're not going to have that discussion again.
SAM and MARTIN exchange looks, intrigued.
DR. FULLER: It's not good for group.
TED: I agree. You know what else isn't good for group? A monster eating all our faces off.
DR. FULLER: Alright, fine, thank you. Now, anyone else?
TED: I saw it...when it killed Susan.
SAM is intrigued.
OTHER PATIENT: I did, too. It had big lobster claws.
TED: No, it didn't.
OTHER PATIENT: Yeah, and it was an alien, like on X-Files.
TED: Stop it. Stop helping. Listen to me. We're all dead!
DR. FULLER: That's enough. (leans forward, taking off his glasses) There is no monster.
SAM looks at DR. FULLER.
DR. FULLER: Now, Ted, do you need me to call the orderlies...
TED shakes his head.
DR. FULLER: ...or can you behave?
TED: (nods) Behave.
SAM and MARTIN exchange looks again.
INT. PATIENT LOUNGE
DEAN is playing checkers with himself. He moves a piece.
DEAN: King me! (laughs)
DR. CARTWRIGHT walks up to DEAN.
DR. CARTWRIGHT: Eddie?
DEAN looks up at her.
DR. CARTWRIGHT: I'm Dr. Erica Cartwright. I've been assigned to your case.
DEAN: You're my shrink? (smiles seductively) Heh. Lucky me.
DR. CARTWRIGHT: (opens her file) And you're my...paranoid schizophrenic with narcissistic personality disorder and religious psychosis. (closes her file and smiles) Lucky me.
DEAN: (looks down awkwardly) Hm.
DR. CARTWRIGHT: Can we talk? (sits opposite DEAN at the table)
DEAN: Yes. I actually got some questions for you.
DR. CARTWRIGHT: What a coincidence. I've got some for you, too.
DEAN: Well, then...Quid pro quo, Clarice.
DEAN sucks his bottom lip into his mouth a couple times, just like Hannibal Lector.
DR. CARTWRIGHT: Okay, Hannibal. I'll go first. How many hours a night do you sleep?
DEAN: Three or four, every couple of nights. What can you tell me about the recent suicides in here?
DR. CARTWRIGHT: They were tragic.
DEAN: But you haven't noticed anything...strange, like, uh...I don't know, black smoke or sulfur?
DR. CARTWRIGHT: No. Why? What's that supposed to mean?
DEAN: Demon signs. I hunt demons, monsters, that kind of thing.
DR. CARTWRIGHT: How many drinks do you have a week?
DEAN: Well, I gotta sleep sometime. So, uh, what's seven days times--somewhere in the mid fifties. You ever feel any, uh, cold spots or get a chill walking through the hospital?
DR. CARTWRIGHT: Not that I can remember. If I had?
DEAN: It means there's a ghost around.
DR. CARTWRIGHT: Okay. When was the last time you were in a long-term relationship?
DEAN: Define long-term.
DR. CARTWRIGHT: More than two months.
DEAN: Never. Have the patients reported seeing anything weird?
DR. CARTWRIGHT: In here? (chuckles) All the time.
DEAN: Right.
DR. CARTWRIGHT: So... (leans towards DEAN) let's talk about your father.
INT. HALLWAY
DEAN follows several patients down the hall, his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor. He looks kind of depressed. SAM walks out of the doorway behind him.
SAM: Dean, hey.
DEAN turns towards him. SAM frowns.
SAM: You okay?
DEAN: I just got thraped. So, no, I am not okay. Tell me you found something.
SAM: Yeah. A guy says he saw the creature. We should talk to him. You wanna meet here in an hour?
DEAN: Yeah, sooner we take care of this thing, sooner we can get gone. This place gives me the creeps.
DEAN turns around, and WENDY is standing behind him. She puts a hand on the back of his head and kisses him for a moment or so. SAM watches awkwardly.
WENDY: Hi.
DEAN: Hi.
WENDY: I'm Wendy.
DEAN: Uh-huh.
WENDY walks past DEAN and SAM down the hall after patting DEAN on the butt. DEAN smirks at SAM.
DEAN: Maybe this place isn't so bad after all.
SAM: Dude...you CANNOT hit that.
DEAN: (watches WENDY) Oh, so torn.
INT. HALLWAY
SAM walks out of his cell with a lock-pick in his hand. DEAN is standing there.
DEAN: Well, it's about time. Nurses are on their rounds. We got, like, fifteen, twenty minutes. So, where is this guy?
SAM: Room 306.
SAM and DEAN head down the hall towards TED'S room. As they round the corner, they hear TED screaming. They rush to TED'S door and look in the window. SAM begins to pick the lock. TED'S feet slam against the window.
DEAN: Hurry up! Come on, hurry up!
SAM: (looks up at DEAN) Back off, Dean!
SAM returns to picking the lock, and then SAM and DEAN lunge into the room to find TED hanging from a pipe in the ceiling, a tied bed sheet around his neck.
ACT TWO
INT. HOSPITAL MORGUE
DEAN opens TED'S drawer and pulls him out. SAM pulls back the sheet and starts feeling TED'S head. DEAN searches his hands. SAM finds two holes just behind TED'S ears.
SAM: Hey, I think I found something.
DEAN: What do you got?
SAM: Right here. Uh, give me a hand.
SAM grabs a long Q-tip from a table and sticks it far into the hole.
SAM: This hole goes all the way through to his brain.
DEAN: What does that mean?
SAM: (spots a bone saw) Let's find out.
DEAN: Seriously?
SAM: You might want to keep watch.
DEAN backs off.
INT. HALLWAY
DEAN stands outside the morgue doors, keeping watch. He hears the bone saw start up, and he frowns in disgust.
INT. MORGUE
SAM takes the top of TED'S head off, removing his brain. TED'S brain is a small, hard, black thing.
INT. HALLWAY
DEAN hears a door open and looks down the hall. He goes back into the morgue.
INT. MORGUE
DEAN: Dude.
SAM: (holds up the brain) Look, his brain's been sucked dry.
DEAN: That's fascinating. Somebody's coming.
SAM and DEAN hurry to clean up.
INT. HALLWAY
HAPPY NURSE walks down the hallway.
INT. MORGUE
SAM puts TED'S brain back in his head.
INT. HALLWAY
HAPPY NURSE gets closer to the morgue.
INT. MORGUE
SAM puts the top of TED'S head back on.
INT. HALLWAY
HAPPY NURSE approaches the morgue doors.
INT. MORGUE
DEAN rolls TED back into his drawer. SAM removes his bloody gloves and throws them in the trashcan just as HAPPY NURSE walks in.
HAPPY NURSE: What are you boys doing in here?
SAM looks at DEAN, unable to think of something. DEAN shrugs, pulls down his pants, and throws his arms over his head.
DEAN: (smiles) Pudding!
HAPPY NURSE: (smiles) Alright, come on, you two.
DEAN smiles goofily and pulls his pants back up. As DEAN heads for the door, he turns back towards SAM.
DEAN: (whispers) Crazy works.
HAPPY NURSE chuckles as she follows them out the door.
