Σενάριο Supernatural | 13×01 Lost and Found

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Σενάριο Supernatural | 13×01 Lost and Found

Written by: Andrew Dabb

Directed by: Bob Singer

Air Date: October 12, 2017

THE ROAD SO FAR

Nothing Else Matters by Metallica plays over past seasons recap.

♪ So close no matter how far Couldn’t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don’t’ just say And nothing else matters Never cared for what they say Never cared for games they played Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know And I know ♪

NOW

ACTION PICKS UP WHERE WE LEFT SEASON 12 – SAM ENTERING THE BEDROOM TO FIND JACK, FULLY ADULT, EYES GLOWING GOLD.

JACK: Father?

THEY STARE AT ONE ANOTHER; JACK STANDS AND SAM TAKES A STEP BACK.

CUT TO EXTERIOR. CRANE SHOT OF CAS’S BODY AND BURNT WINGS, WITH DEAN KNEELING BESIDE HIM. SWITCH TO DEAN’S FACE, THEN CAS. DEAN STANDS.

CUT TO INTERIOR:

SAM: No, no no. No. I’m not your father, Jack. It is Jack, right?

JACK (eyes still glowing): Father.

WE HEAR A DOOR OPEN AND FOOTSTEPS.

DEAN: Sam? Sammy?

SAM: I’m in here.

DEAN COMES BEHIND SAM, SEES JACK, AND IMMEDIATELY FIRES AT HIM.

SAM: No!

JACK BEGINS SCREAMING, BUT WE DON’T HEAR IT SO MUCH AS SEE IT AS WAVES OF LIGHT COMING OFF OF HIM. IT BLASTS THE WINDOWS OUT OF THE UPPER FLOOR OF THE CABIN. DEAN AND SAM APPEAR TO BE MOVING IN SLOW MOTION THROUGHOUT; ONCE JACK STOPS SCREAMING THEY ARE THROWN INTO THE WALL AS THOUGH THEY HAD BEEN PUSHED. BOTH ARE KNOCKED OUT. CUT TO JACK’S GLOWING EYES, WHICH TURN INTO
THE SEASON 13 TITLE CARD

DEAN AND SAM STANDING OUTSIDE THE CABIN. MARY ENTERS SCENE FROM BEHIND THEM.

MARY: Get away from them.

PAN TO LUCIFER

LUCIFER: Mary, right? Look, seriously, I just wanted to say thank for everything. I owe you, kid.

MARY HAS THE ENOCHIAN-WARDED BRASS KNUCKLES BEHIND HER BACK.

SAM: Mom, mom, mom.

MARY, looking at DEAN and SAM: I love you.

SHE WALKS TOWARD LUCIFER. WE HEAR FLAMES CRACKLING AND SHE STOPS AND LOOKS DOWN. SHE IS ENGULFED IN FLAMES. SHE SCREAMS.

DEAN: Mom!

MARY RISES INTO THE AIR AND IS THEN SHOWN AS IN THE PILOT – BURNING ON THE NURSERY CEILING. FLAMES ERUPT FULL SCREEN.

DEAN’S EYES SHOOT OPEN. HE AND SAM BOTH WAKE.

DEAN: Wait, was that-

SAM: Lucifer’s son.

DEAN GRABS THE COLT AND THEY EXIT THE CABIN.

DEAN: Can he teleport?

SAM: Huh?

DEAN: The kid. Does he have wings?

Sam: I don’t know.

THEY LOOK AROUND THE EMPTY CABIN YARD.

JACK IS WALKING BAREFOOT DOWN THE ROAD. BARE EVERYTHING, IN FACT. HE SEES PIRATE PETE’S JOLLY TREATS IN THE DISTANCE AND STARES.

WE HEAR THE PIRATE PETE JINGLE AS A YOUNG MAN DROPS HASH BROWNS INTO A FRYER.

KID: First batch is down.
CLARK IS CHANGING THE MENU SO THAT VARIOUS ITEMS ARE CHANGED TO “BUTT”.

CLARK: Dude. Check it.

KID: Check what?

CLARK: This! Can I interest you in a Cheesebutt? Or maybe a Salty Butt Combo? Or perhaps my favorite – the Buttshake.

KID: Dave sees this, he’s going to fire you.

CLARK: Oh, come on. He’s fired me, like, seven times. And I keep coming back. You know why?

KID: Uh, because Dave’s banging your mom?

CLARK: Exactly. Let’s face it, buddy. Around here, I’m untouchable.

KID: Cool. Good for you.

STATIC CRACKLES FROM THE DRIVE THROUGH SPEAKER.

JACK: Father?

CLARK AND KID LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND GO TO THE DRIVE THROUGH WINDOW.

CLARK, through the mic: Yo, we’re not open yet.

JACK: Father.

CLARK AND KID TURN THE CAMERA ON TO SEE JACK, NAKED IN THE DRIVE THROUGH.

CLARK: Whoa.

KID: I think you should call your mom.

CUT TO THE NORTH COVE SHERIFF’S OFFICE. A CELL PHONE RINGS, AND A WOMAN PICKS UP.

SHERIFF: Hi baby. (A PAUSE) How naked?

CUT TO THE IMPALA, DRIVING ALONG A MOUNTAIN LAKE.

DEAN: We still have holy oil, right?

SAM: For what?

DEAN: Cause we’re gonna have to hit him with everything we got

SAM: Hold on a second. Can we just talk about what happened back there?
DEAN: Sure. Which part? Let’s see. Crowley’s dead, Kelly’s dead, Cas is – (HE PAUSES) Mom’s gone, and apparently, the Devil’s kid hit puberty in thirty seconds flat. Oh, and almost killed us.

SAM: Yeah, because you tried to shoot him.

DEAN: I tried to shoot the monster, Sam. It’s kind of what we do.

SAM: We don’t know what he is yet, Dean. And I had it under control.

DEAN: I’m sorry. Are you defending the Son of Satan?

SAM: I’m not defending anything. I’m just saying, look, with everything that’s happened, I’m obviously spun out also, but we need a plan.

DEAN: Yeah, kill him! Okay? That’s the plan. Look, right now all that matters is finding him, and ending him, before he hurts anybody else. And once we do that we’ll figure everything else out.

SAM: What about Cas? Is he – is he really dead?

DEAN: You know he is.

CUT TO PIRATE PETE’S. SHERIFF GETS OUT OF CAR, HAND ON GUN, AND SHARES A GLANCE AT CLARK INSIDE. SHE SHAKES HER HEAD HIM. .

SHERIFF: Hi.

JACK TURNS TO LOOK AT HER.

SHERIFF: Easy, easy now. I’m just…my name’s Christine Barker. I’m a sheriff. I’m just here to help, okay? Okay?

JACK SMILES.

THE CABIN. A PERSON WALKS ALONG A BODY UNDER A SHEET, AND PULLS IT BACK TO REVEAL CASTIEL. ANOTHER PERSON DESCENDS THE STAIRS AND JOINS THE FIRST.

2ND ANGEL: Is that –

1ST ANGEL: Castiel. Always knew he’d meet a bad end.

2ND ANGEL: He deserved better.

1ST ANGEL: No, he really didn’t.

2ND ANGEL: The mother’s upstairs, but she-

1ST ANGEL: I don’t care about the brood mare. Where’s the child?
2ND ANGEL: Gone.

1ST ANGEL: Of course he is.

1ST ANGEL FLIPS THE SHEET BACK OVER CASTIEL’S FACE.

CUT TO THE SHERIFF’S OFFICE. AN OFFICER IS BACKING AWAY FROM JACK, NOW CLOTHED. JACK IS STANDING STILL, EYES CLOSED, ONE ARM RAISED.

EARL: So weird.

SHERIFF: Why don’t you head out on patrol, Earl? And by the way, there’s no such thing as “weird.” Everyone’s normal in their own way.

EARL: Right. Sorry, Sheriff.

JACK IS MOVING HIS FEET AROUND, FEELING THE SHOES.

CLARK: Totally normal.

SHERIFF: Hope those are all right. Just pulled some stuff from the lost and found. Everything fit? Here.

SHE HANDS JACK A WATER BOTTLE.

SHERIFF: Take a seat. Sit.

JACK SITS.

SHERIFF: Okay, let’s start with the basics. What’s your name?

JACK IS FOCUSED FULLY ON THE WATER BOTTLE.

SHERIFF, more forcefully: What’s your name?

JACK SETS DOWN THE WATER BOTTLE.

JACK: Jack.

SHERIFF: Okay Jack, Jack what? What’s your last name?

JACK JUST STARES AT HER, NOT UNDERSTANDING.

SHERIFF: Okay, how about where are your parents? Your mother and father?

JACK FLASHES BACK TO KELLY, KISSING HER FINGERS.

JACK: My mother, she’s in heaven. My father, he was supposed to be here, but he’s not. I’m trying to find him. I have to find him.

SHERIFF: Sure, we can do that. What’s his phone number?

JACK IS SILENT.

SHERIFF: What about his address, or an email?

JACK REMAINS SILENT

SHERIFF: Is there anything you do remember, Jack?

JACK FLASHES BACK TO DAGON’S DEATH.

JACK: I remember when the bad woman burned. I remember the universe screamed.

CHRISTINE AND CLARK SHARE CONCERNED LOOKS. CLARKS CLEARS THROAT AND SPINS HIS FINGER AT HIS TEMPLE.

SHERIFF: Okay, I’m gonna take your thumbprint, and we’re gonna run it through the system. If we get a match we get you home, yeah?

SHERIFF INKS AND ROLLS JACK’S THUMB AS SHE IS SPEAKING

Okay just like that, and, press it here. Okay. You stay here, I’ll be right back.

JACK EXAMINES HIS THUMB, AND THEN TASTES THE INK, AS CLARK WATCHES.

CLARK: Dude, how high are you?

JACK SITS ACROSS FROM HIM.

JACK: I..don’t know what that means.

CLARK: It means, um, wasted? Lit? Chonged, blitzed, blasted, blazed, baked? Nothing? No? Look, I’m not judging you. I’m jealous! What are you on?

JACK: I’m on a chair, on the floor, on the planet earth.

CLARK: You are so stone, man.

JACK: No, I’m not stoned. I’m…

CLARK: What?

JACK: Hungry. I’m hungry.

CUT TO THE IMPALA PULLING UP TO PIRATE PETE’S.

DEAN: Well. You really think that Lucifer Junior is at Pirate Pete’s Jolly Treats? That he was like what, “before I destroy the world, let me just grab a bag of curly fries”?

SAM: Look, if he would’ve kept to the main road, he would have walked past it. And I don’t know –

DEAN: Fine, just make it quick.

SAM: You’re not coming?

DEAN: No. Look, maybe you’re right. Maybe the Devil’s kid is in there just hanging out. Or maybe he’s halfway across the country, torching Chicago. I’m gonna call Jody, check in, see if she can’t help us put a nationwide APB out on the creepy satanic nudist.

SAM: Good.

DEAN: Good is not the word I would use.

CUT TO INTERIOR OF PIRATE PETE’S

DRUNK WOMAN: Friiiies.

KID: Lady, seriously. We don’t have fries. It’s breakfast only until eleven. But like I’ve said three times already, hash browns are basically the same.

DRUNK WOMAN: Boooo. Fries.

SAM ENTERS.

KID: Welcome to Pirate Pete’s Jolly Treats. ARGH. How can I help you?

DRUNK WOMAN: He wants fries. We all want fries.

KID: Shut up!

CUT TO EXTERIOR. DEAN HANGS UP CALL, THEN GETS OUT OF THE CAR.

CUT TO INTERIOR.

KID: Ignore her. She’s drunk off her ass.

DRUNK WOMAN: Little bit.

SAM: Right. Uh, Okay, I’m looking for a guy. Uh, he – he’s about your height. Uh…naked.

DRUNK WOMAN, chuckling: You and me both, sister.

KID: What did I say?

DRUNK WOMAN: Sorry.

KID: And yeah, I saw him.

CUT TO SHERIFF’S OFFICE. THE PHONE RINGS. SHERIFF’S IS OBVIOUSLY DISTRACTED BY SOMETHING ON HER COMPUTER SCREEN AS SHE PICKS UP.

SHERIFF: North Cove Sheriff’s Department. Barker speaking.

SAM: This is Agent Berry. I’m with the FBI. Uh, I’m – I’m calling because, uh, did you happen to pick up a – a kid earlier today, uh, not exactly dressed. Um, he –

SAM CUTS OFF DISTRACTED BY CLARK’S MENU UPDATE

SHERIFF: Uh, yeah. He’s here at the station.

SAM: He is? Great, great, that’s great. Uh, okay, hold on to him. Don’t release him until I get there, all right?

SHERIFF: Holy…

SAM: Sheriff? Something wrong?

WE PAN FROM THE SHERIFF’S FACE TO HER COMPUTER SCREEN, WHERE JACK’S THUMBPRINT APPEARS AS JUST LINES AND STATIC.

SHERIFF: Uh.. that’s something we should talk about in person.

CUT TO EXTERIOR OF PIRATE PETE’S. DEAN IS WALKING TOWARD THE CAR, KEYS IN HAND. THE KNUCKLES OF HIS RIGHT HAND ARE BLEEDING.

DRUNK WOMAN: Whoa. What happened to you hand?

DEAN: Nothin’.

DRUNK WOMAN: Doesn’t look like nothing. You punch a wall or something? I punched a wall once. Well, a poster on a wall, but same diff, right? Freshman year, I had this roommate, Becky. She had this giant poster of Elsa. You know, from “Frozen”? And I mean, first, who brings something like that to college? A cartoon? Really? Like, “hello homeschool,” right?

AS SHE IS TALKING, DRUNK WOMAN IS WRITING SOMETHING IN THE DUST OF THE IMPALA WINDOW, AND DEAN IS REMOVING A BOTTLE OF WHISKY FROM THE TRUNK. HE TAKES A SWALLOW AND THEN POURS SOME OVER HIS KNUCKLES.

DEAN: You done?

DRUNK WOMAN: Anyway, Becky was – and I say this in the most feminist, screw the patriarchy way – a giant superbitch. She’d take things, and break things, and piss people off, and just do whatever she wanted, no matter who it hurt.

DEAN IS MAKING PLEASE STOP TALKING FACES AT HER BUT SHE IS OBLIVIOUS.

DRUNK WOMAN: It’s like the whole world was just Becky to her, you know?

DEAN: Mmm. So you punched her poster.

DRUNK WOMAN: And lit most of her stuff on fire.

DEAN GIVES HER A LOOK

DRUNK WOMAN: I got issues.

SAM: Hey, s-

HE NOTICES DRUNK WOMAN AND STOPS.

SAM: Dude, what’d you do to your hand?

DRUNK WOMAN: Don’t ask. He’s super sensitive.

DEAN: You got anything?

SAM: Yeah, I – I know where he is.

DEAN: Good. Great. Let’s go.

AS THE IMPALA PULLS AWAY YOU CAN SEE DRUNK WOMAN HAS WRITTEN :BITCH: IN THE DUST ON THE WINDOW.

CUT TO SHERIFF’S OFFICE. THE LIGHTS ARE FLICKERING IN RANDOM PATTERNS.

SHERIFF: Clark? Jack?

THE SHERIFF MOVES AROUND THE OFFICE LOOKING FOR THEM. THE LIGHTS CONTINUE TO FLICKER. THE OFFICE LOOKS DESERTED.

SHERIFF: Clark. CLARK!

AS SHE MOVES TO A LONG HALLWAY, WE CAN HEAR MUFFLED LAUGHTER AND VOICES. THE LIGHTS AT THE END OF THE HALL TURN COMPLETELY OFF. SHE UNSNAPS HER GUN AND MOVES TO THE LAST DOOR, WHERE A SLIVER OF LIGHT IS COMING THROUGH. SHE OPENS TO THE DOOR TO

CLARK AND JACK, SITTING ON THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF A VENDING MACHINE. THEY ARE SURROUNDED BY CANDY AND CHIP WRAPPERS.

CLARK: Mm. Hey mom.

SHERIFF: Uh, are you okay?

CLARK: Yeah, Jack was just hungry. I don’t think he’s ever had candy before.

SHERIFF: Mmm.

JACK: I like it. I like nougat.

CLARK: He really does.

SHERIFF: Did you see…there’s something wrong with the lights.

CLARK: It’s, uh…

CLARK LAUGHS NERVOUSLY.

CLARK: …it’s crazy. Show her, the, mm, thing.

JACK STANDS AND GOES THE VENDING MACHINE. HE SMILES AT THE SHERIFF, AND THEN PLACES HIS HAND ON THE SIDE. LIGHTS CRACKLE AND THE MACHINE DROPS A LOT OF CANDY.

CLARK: Mmm, yeah, dude’s uh..magic.

SHERIFF: Jack, how did you do that?

JACK, chuckling: I don’t know.

HIGH PITCHED RINGING AND DISTORTED VOICES ARE SUDDENLY HEARD BY JACK – THE SHERIFF AND CLARK DON’T HEAR THEM. THEY ARE CLEARLY CAUSING HIM PAIN. HIS EYES BEGIN TO GLOW.

SHERIFF: Jack? Are you okay?

JACK, groaning: I- I don’t…I – I have to…

SHERIFF: Just wait. Wait.

SHE PLACES A HAND ON JACK’S SHOULDER. JACK TURNS TO HER AND :PUSHES: HER BACK INTO THE VENDING MACHINE – AS BEFORE, SLOW MOTION WAVES AND THEN VERY FAST. GLASS SHATTERS.

CLARK: Mom!

CLARK RUNS TO THE SHERIFF, WHO IS KNOCKED OUT. THE NOISE AND VOICES CONTINUE IN JACK’S POV AND HE STRUGGLES TO REMAIN UPRIGHT AND LEAVE THE ROOM. AS HE STUMBLES DOWN THE HALLWAY, LIGHT BULBS EXPLODE OVERHEAD. HE MAKES IT TO THE MAIN ROOM BEFORE FALLING TO HIS KNEES. IN FRONT OF HIM HE SEES A VERY DISTORTED DEAN.

DEAN, voice warped: Hey.

JACK’S EYES BEGIN TO GLOW AGAIN AND HE STARTS TO STRUGGLE TO HIS FEET. WE HEAR A TASER SOUND AND THEN JACK FALLS FORWARD. SAM IS STANDING BEHIND HIM, TASER IN HAND.

DEAN: Nice shot.

THEY MOVE TOWARD JACK. THE SHERIFF COMES IN AS THEY ARE DISTRACTED, GUN DRAWN AND POINTED AT THEM.

SHERIFF: Don’t…what the hell is going on here?

SAM AND DEAN PUT THEIR HANDS UP.

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