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ACT ONE
A hand in front of the camera is counting down. A woman dressed in wearing a suit sits in a chair facing the camera.
GLORIA<br />
Richard Roman, a C.E.O. CEO whose company dominates the defense and aviation sectors, not to mention being a giant in the motivational-speaking world.
'''SUPERNATURAL''' (Title Card)
== ACT ONE ==
''INT. – TELEVISION STUDIO – DAY''
GLORIA is looking at the video screens with a producer.
GLORIA<br />
Yeah, very good.
DICK ROMAN hands his microphone to an assistant. SUSAN walks up to DICK ROMAN and puts a briefcase on the desk in front of him.
SUSAN<br />
Your 11 a.m. is waiting in the conference room.
DICK ROMAN<br />
Thank you, Susan.
DICK ROMAN opens the briefcase and takes out [[The Word Of God]]. SUSAN smiles slightly and turns away.
DICK ROMAN<br />
Susan... Are we still looking for a rep in mainstream media?
SUSAN<br />
Yes, we are.
DICK ROMAN<br />
Wunderbar. Put a replace order on Gloria there.
SUSAN<br />
And with the corpse?
DICK ROMAN<br />
Call Chef Fieri. I feel like barbecue.
''INT. – OFFICE – DAY''
EDGAR is seated at a table opposite someone. DICK ROMAN enters.
DICK ROMAN<br />
Kevin. Dick. I'm very excited to meet you.
KEVIN, with his mouth taped shut and his hands tied behind his back, is seated across the table from EDGAR.
DICK ROMAN<br />
You nervous? Don't be. I'm your biggest fan. [He rips the tape off KEVIN’s mouth.] I brought you a present. [He opens his briefcase and takes out the Word of God.] What's that say, Kev?
KEVIN<br />
I don't know.
DICK ROMAN<br />
Cute. Edgar?
EDGAR takes out a knife and walks over to KEVIN. KEVIN whimpers.
DICK ROMAN<br />
Easy, Edgar. Don't scare the boy.
EDGAR cuts the binding on KEVIN’s hands.
DICK ROMAN<br />
You know, I've checked, Kevin. Number one in your class, winner of the Chad Kennedy top young scientist prize – all that on top of being Keeper of the Word. You're a clever young man. [He takes a laptop out of his briefcase, opens it and slides it towards KEVIN.] I'm confident you'll make the right choice here. But I see this is a negotiation. [He takes an envelope out of his briefcase.] Well, I will sweeten... the pot.
KEVIN<br />
What is it?
KEVIN picks up the envelope and opens it.
DICK ROMAN<br />
My sources tell me you're applying to Princeton. Letter of recommendation like that from a man like me – done.
KEVIN<br />
I can't do it.
DICK ROMAN<br />
I admire your gumption, kid. But I still think there's some wiggle room here. I tell you what – let's kick it up a notch. See if I can't change your mind. Edgar, that live feed up yet?
EDGAR<br />
’Course.
EDGAR hits a button on a remote and footage of someone holding a knife to MRS TRAN’s throat appears on a large screen.
KEVIN<br />
Ma? Mom?!
DICK ROMAN<br />
Well, I think this negotiation is concluded.
KEVIN whimpers in distress.
DICK ROMAN<br />
You drive a hard bargain, kid.
''EXT. – RUFUS’ CABIN – DAY''
A red car is parked outside.
''INT. – RUFUS’ CABIN – DAY''
SAM is typing on his laptop at the table. DEAN is sitting on the sofa reading the notebook in which KEVIN translated the Word of God.
DEAN<br />
Okay, man, I have read this more times than the Playboy I found in Dad's duffel.
SAM<br />
Anna Nicole?
DEAN<br />
Anna Nicole. Oh, the good – they die young, huh?
SAM exhales and smiles/grimaces.
DEAN<br />
Look, we can read this till our eyes bleed. It ain't getting any clearer.
SAM<br />
Okay. Then what does it mean?
DEAN<br />
Uh… Cut off the head, and the body will flounder.
SAM<br />
Yeah.
DEAN<br />
Okay. Well, I think we both agree that, uh, the head is Dick. Right?
SAM<br />
Right.
DEAN<br />
So, bottom line is, we go grab the stuff, and we mix ourselves a weapon. End of story. [He takes a drink from a beer bottle.]
SAM<br />
Look, I'm all for killing Dick. I'm just saying, what then? I mean, what about the rest of the Leviathan? What, are they gonna just... drop dead?
DEAN<br />
I don't know. Maybe.
SAM<br />
Maybe? "Maybe" is good enough for you right now?
DEAN<br />
One problem at a time, all right?
SAM<br />
Okay. But it's not a crazy idea to try and figure out what the catch is before we go crashing the gate.
DEAN<br />
Maybe this is the catch. God's not telling us every detail. You know? The word <i>is</i> from God. I don't know how much better it's gonna get.
BOBBY is standing behind the sofa.
CUT TO: DEAN brushing his teeth in the bathroom. As he spits into the sink, the mirror above him mists over. When DEAN exhales, his breath is visible. He turns around.
DEAN<br />
Hey, Bobby. How you feeling?
BOBBY<br />
Stronger than ever. Now, while you two have been chasing your tails, I've been thinking on that weapon.
DEAN<br />
Wait a second. Don't you think you should be saving your strength?
BOBBY<br />
For what?
DEAN<br />
I'm just saying you might want to slow down. You don't look so hot.
BOBBY<br />
I'm in the Veil. My Brad Pitt days are over. Now, the kid says that the only way to kill Leviathan is with a bone washed in the three bloods of the fallen. It's got to be from a human as light and good as the Leviathan are hungry and dark.
DEAN<br />
Yeah. Good luck with that.
BOBBY<br />
The rest is doable, and doable now. You've already got the fallen angel blood. Now, next up is blood from the ruler of fallen humanity. Now, the best I can tell, that's Crowley. Numero tres is the father of fallen beasts.
DEAN<br />
Which means...?
BOBBY<br />
You got to bleed an Alpha.
DEAN<br />
But they're all dead. I mean, every one we found, we rounded up for Crowley, and then Cas whammied them all.
BOBBY<br />
Well, then, make this Cas' problem, too.
DEAN<br />
Cas ain't exactly in the problem-solving mode, Bobby.
BOBBY<br />
Then Crowley!
DEAN<br />
All right, I get it. I get it.
BOBBY<br />
Do you?!
The mirror behind DEAN cracks.
BOBBY<br />
I'm just sayin'. I have faith that you boys will figure it out. Relax. I'm fine. Just got a little carried away.
CUT TO: SAM watching a Sucrocorp video on his laptop.
VOICE-OVER<br />
<i>Here at Sucrocorp, your well-being is our number-one priority.</i>
DEAN pours himself a whiskey.
VOICE-OVER<br />
<i>Sucrocorp – eat well, live well.</i>
DEAN<br />
Little FYI. Bobby's officing out of the john these days.
SAM<br />
Uh... awkward.
DEAN sits down at the table opposite SAM.
DEAN<br />
Yeah, you're telling me. Uh, he does have some ideas about the weapon, though.
SAM<br />
Really? Well, uh, he may be just in time.
SAM turns the laptop around to show DEAN an article titled “Roman Acquires Sucrocorp.”
DEAN<br />
"Roman acquires..." What's Sucrocorp?
SAM<br />
They make food additives, namely high-fructose corn syrup. That crap is in – well, it's in just about everything – um, soda, sauces, bread.
DEAN<br />
Don't say "pie."
SAM<br />
Definitely pie.
DEAN<br />
Bastards. So now what? Roman's moved past restaurants?
SAM<br />
And into grocery stores, Gas n' Sips, vending machines.
DEAN<br />
What can we do about it?
SAM<br />
Short of going Al Qaeda on their trucks and plants, there's nothing we can do about it.
The laptop closes and SAM and DEAN jump.
DEAN<br />
Like I said, uh, Bobby's got some ideas.
CUT TO: DEAN putting a bowl down on a table that is set up with chalk symbols, a bottle of blood and candles. He slices his hand with a pocketknife and drips his blood into the bowl.
SAM<br />
<i>Et ad congregandum eos coram me.</i>
SAM lights a match and tosses it into the bowl. Flames rise up from the bowl and CROWLEY appears.
CROWLEY<br />
Hello, boys.
''INT. – OFFICE – DAY''
KEVIN is typing on the laptop, next to which are the Word of God and DICK ROMAN’s recommendation letter. DICK ROMAN stands behind him.
DICK ROMAN<br />
That's some bracing prose you're putting down there, Kevin. You all done?
KEVIN<br />
[nods] Um-hmm.
DICK ROMAN<br />
You've done well. Princeton will be lucky to have you.
KEVIN<br />
What about my mom?
DICK ROMAN<br />
[to EDGAR] Make the call.
EDGAR takes out his phone and makes a call.
EDGAR<br />
Release her. But stress the consequences of talking.
DICK ROMAN<br />
Kevin, I'm gonna request the pleasure of your company a tad longer. [to EDGAR] You, on the other hand, I need to drop in on an old friend.
''INT. – RUFUS’ CABIN – DAY''
CROWLEY<br />
So, that's what all the "rumble, rumble" was about.
DEAN<br />
Who translated it for you? Never mind. You gonna give us the blood or not?
CROWLEY<br />
Happily. But not quite yet. I'm all for chopping Dick, but I can't have you running around with a vial of my blood, now, can I? You know the sheer number of nefarious spells my enemies can use that blood for?
DEAN<br />
Well, then when?
CROWLEY<br />
Last. After you've got all the other components. Most difficult, the angel part, I'm assuming. Given your role in their little apocalypse, I can't imagine the choirboys upstairs are wetting their vestments to do you – what's the word? – a solid. Unless, of course, you have an angel up your sleeve.
DEAN<br />
Well, that'd be convenient, but, uh, no.
SAM<br />
Don't worry about it. We'll get the angel blood one way or another. We just need you to be ready next time we call.
CROWLEY<br />
Fine. Oh, here's a tip. I have it on good authority there's one Alpha still among us.
DEAN<br />
Whose authority?
CROWLEY<br />
Mine. Wily character, that Alpha vampire. Somehow made good his prison break before Cas went nuclear on the place.
DEAN<br />
And you know this how?
CROWLEY<br />
Keep your friends close, your enemies, blah blah. Needless to say, I keep tabs. He moves around quite a bit. But I have an inkling I know where to start the Easter-egg hunt. Happy trails.
CROWLEY disappears.
DEAN<br />
Okay. Where, jackass?!
Flames rise on the table. As they die down, we see that words have been carved into the table.
SAM<br />
Hoople, North Dakota.
DEAN<br />
Piece of paper would have worked.
''EXT. – HOOPLE GAS N’ SIP – DAY''
DEAN is leaning next to the trunk of the car as it fills with gas. SAM is leaning against the passenger side.
SAM<br />
Hey.
SAM makes a motion with his hand to indicate drinking from a flask. DEAN takes the flask out of his jacket pocket and puts it in the car. DEAN then hangs up the gas pump and he and SAM walk towards the store.
SAM<br />
He seem angry?
DEAN<br />
Angry? Of course he's angry. If you were Bobby, wouldn't you be?
SAM<br />
But was he showing signs of fatigue, like – like fritzing?
DEAN<br />
No, actually, it was just the opposite. He said he never felt stronger.
SAM<br />
That's what I was afraid of.
''INT. – HOOPLE GAS N’ SIP – DAY''
SAM<br />
The stronger he gets, the closer he comes to going full vengeful spirit. That's reality. We need to talk about what we're going to do with him.
DEAN<br />
Do with him?
SAM<br />
Yeah.
DEAN<br />
Three weeks ago, you were – you were talking how this could work. And now – now you want to go Kevorkian on his ass?
SAM<br />
I'm just saying that the lore doesn't have a single real-life example of Casper the Friendly Ghost. It's all basically poltergeists until a hunter comes along...
DEAN<br />
Yeah, well, the lore sucks.
SAM<br />
I'm talking pure hatred, Dean. No humanity. I mean, he could... kill... possess people. I mean, Bobby could burn this friggin' building down. Look, if he goes off the rails –
DEAN<br />
Hey.
SAM<br />
What?
DEAN<br />
Check out that guy over there. He seem a little out of it to you?
They look at a man who is pumping mustard onto a hot dog.
SAM<br />
I-I don't know. Maybe.
DEAN<br />
What about Paula Deen over here?
They look at a woman who is staring at a refrigerator containing beer.
SAM<br />
Yeah, they – they look like, uh...
The man is still pumping mustard onto his hot dog. Another man is slurping a giant slushie through a straw.
SAM<br />
…like those Turducken people. It's starting. [He picks up a can and reads the ingredients.] It's the corn syrup. Everything in the store is laced with it.
DEAN<br />
Everything?
The first man continues to pump mustard onto his hot dog.
DEAN<br />
Hey, man, I'm gonna go into toxic shock, okay? I-I... I need my road food.
SAM<br />
That's what Roman is banking on.
DEAN<br />
Hey. Hey. [He holds up a pie in a plastic container.] This one says "natural." Th-th-that means it's safe. Right?
SAM puts the pie back on the shelf.
SAM<br />
I hate to break it to you, but corn syrup <i>is</i> natural, technically.
SAM holds up a basket containing bananas and bottled water.
DEAN<br />
Well, then what the hell are we supposed to eat?
''EXT. – LARGE HOUSE – NIGHT''
DEAN is looking through binoculars from the driver’s seat of the parked car.
DEAN<br />
It's totally dark. I can't see inside.
SAM is in the passenger seat and BOBBY in the back seat.
SAM<br />
Well, should we wait for daylight?
BOBBY<br />
Hell no, we're not waiting. I'll scout it. See if we need to bring in the big guns.
SAM<br />
I don't know.
BOBBY flickers and disappears.
SAM<br />
Look, Bobby...
SAM and DEAN look at the empty back seat. DEAN looks at the house through binoculars again. BOBBY reappears.
BOBBY<br />
Okay. Place is clear. But there's something you're gonna want to see.
''INT. – LARGE HOUSE – NIGHT''
BOBBY, DEAN and SAM enter a large room. DEAN and SAM are carrying machetes. Three bodies are laid out on a table.
DEAN<br />
Careful.
DEAN leans over to look at one of the bodies, which has pointed teeth and is badly burned around the mouth and neck. The next body is also badly burned in the lower half of its face.
== ACT TWO ==
