



TEASER

EXT. PIERPONT INN - NIGHT





A slow wind blows, creaking in an ancient sign that reads "Pierpont Inn, Est. 1930". Pan down to a beautiful mansion/hotel and the large van pulling up in front of it.









INT. PIERPONT INN - NIGHT





A large, friendly man follows a young woman (SUSAN) down the dim hallway inside and up a set of stairs.





SUSAN

Most of the stuff is up here.





MAN

I still can't believe you're closing this house. You know my parents got engaged here? My grandparents, too.





SUSAN

Yeah, a lot of people did.

(reaching the top of the stairs)

The boxes are at the end of the hall. Need any help?





MAN

Oh, no ma'am, I've got it.





Two little girls — TYLER and MAGGIE — in old-fashioned schoolgirl outfits are sitting in the railing that overlooks the entryway.





TYLER

He's gonna take our toys?





SUSAN

Only the ones you don't play with anymore. It's not like you don't have enough already.





MAGGIE

(quietly)

Son of a bitch.





TYLER

Son of a bitch.





SUSAN

(to TYLER)

Watch your mouth!





TYLER

Maggie said it first!





SUSAN

(long-suffering)

Watch your mouth too, Maggie.









INT. PLAYROOM - NIGHT





TYLER goes into a large room filled with (rather creepy-ass) dolls and a large dollhouse - an exact replica of the hotel. She begins placing dolls into their beds.





TYLER

Good night, Tabitha.





She looks over, confused, when a doll isn't where she had just placed it. She leans over and sees it lying on the floor of the dollhouse, body facedown but head twisted up. She picks it up slowly. Below, her mother screams.





SUSAN

(on the phone)

Oh god. Yes, yes, are you there? Oh, you have to send someone right now, right now! (babbling) I don't know, he,





On the floor at her feet is the MAN, lying in a pool of blood and contorted like the doll. As TYLER comes to the railing, SUSAN sees her and gasps.





SUSAN

Tyler, don't look! Don't look!





She continues babbling into the phone as TYLER looks down calmly; the man's eyes are staring, his mouth still pulsing in a horrifying gape.





END TEASER









ACT ONE

TITLE CARD:

SUPERNATURAL









INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY





SUBTITLE: PEORIA, ILLINOIS





Blues music plays on the radio as we pan over the motel room walls; they are covered in maps, hand-written notes, and a MISSING poster showing AVA'S face. The whole scene is eerily reminiscent of JOHN'S middle-of-a-hunt wallpaper.





SAM

(on the phone)

Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Ellen.





DEAN

(entering)

What'd she have to say?





SAM

Oh, she's got nothing. Me, I've been checking every database I can think of — federal, state, and local. No one's heard anything about Ava, she just . . . into thin air, you know?





DEAN

Huh.





He hands over one of the two cups of coffee he's carrying to SAM





SAM

What about you?





DEAN

No, same as before. Sorry, man.





SAM

Ellen did have one thing.





DEAN

Hmm?





SAM

A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks.





DEAN

Yeah? What's that have to do with Ava?





SAM

It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub; then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know? Look, I don't know, Dean, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out.





DEAN

You did?





SAM

Yeah. You seem surprised.





DEAN

Well yeah, it's just, you know. not the, uh, patented Sam Winchester way, is it?





SAM

(mildly challenging)

What way is that?





DEAN

I just figured after Ava there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows, and --

(SAM gives him a look)

yeah, I'll shut up now.





SAM

Look. I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead and some demon has taken her off to God knows where. You know? But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can.





DEAN

Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me, and I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you.





SAM ducks his head and laughs.





DEAN

All right, call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it.









EXT. PIERPONT INN - DAY





It's not raining, but the roads are wet and the air misty as SAM and DEAN park the IMPALA in front of the inn. DEAN gets out of the driver's side.





DEAN

Dude, this is sweet. I never get to work jobs like this.





SAM

Like what?





DEAN

Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways ... sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside.

(closing his eyes briefly)

Mmm, Daphne. Love her.





As they go up the steps, SAM notices an urn on the side of the porch.

SAM Hey, wait a sec. He inspects it more closely.





SAM

I'm not so sure haunted's the problem.





DEAN

What do you mean?





SAM

You see this pattern here?

(tapping a five-point symbol engraved in the urn)

That's a quincunx, that's a five-spot.





DEAN

Five-spot.





SAM

Yeah.





DEAN

That's used for hoodoo spellwork, isn't it?





SAM

Right, yeah. You fill this thing with bloodweed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies.





DEAN

Yeah, except I don't see any bloodweed. Don't you think this place is a little too, uh, whitemeat for hoodoo?





SAM (shrugs)

Maybe.









INT. PIERPONT INN - DAY





As they enter, looking around at the quiet interior, SUSAN enters briskly.





SUSAN

May I help you?





DEAN

Hi, yeah, I'd like a room for a couple of nights.





As SAM moves in, TYLER darts in front of his legs, chased by MAGGIE, who runs behind him.





SUSAN

Hey!

(to SAM)

Sorry about that.





SAM

No problem.





SUSAN

Well, um, congratulations, you could be some of our final guests.





DEAN

Well. Sounds vaguely ominous.





SUSAN

No, I'm sorry, I mean we're closing at the end of the month.

(appraising them)

Well, let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?





DEAN

(sharing a "why not?" look with SAM)

How'd you know?





SUSAN

Oh, you just look the type.





DEAN looks vaguely uncomfortable.





SUSAN

So, uh, king-sized bed?





SAM

What? No, uh, no, we're, we're . . . two singles. We're just brothers.





SUSAN

Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry.





DEAN

What'd you mean that we look the type?





SUSAN has trouble articulating an answer.

SAM

You know, speaking of antiques, you have a really, really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?





SUSAN

Oh, I have no idea, it's been there forever.

(handing DEAN a key)

Here you go, Mr. Mahagov.





DEAN

Thanks.





SUSAN

(dinging the bell)

You'll be staying in room 237. Sherwin, could you show these gentlemen to their rooms?



As she says this, DEAN turns to see an old, balding man in a black blazer shuffling up behind him.





SHERWIN

Let me guess. Antiquers?





SHERWIN drags DEAN'S clunking duffel bag behind him, up the steps, as the brothers follow.





DEAN

I could give you a hand with that bag.





SHERWIN

I got it.





DEAN

Okay.





SAM

So the hotel's closing up, huh?





SHERWIN

Yep. Miss Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don't come like they used to. Still, it's a damn shame.





SAM

Oh yeah?





SHERWIN

It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here, I practically grew up here. Gonna miss it. Here's your room.





He slips the key in the lock and opens the door, handing the key to SAM as he brushes past. DEAN turns to shut the door and SHERWIN is standing there, hand extended expectantly.





SHERWIN

You're not gonna ... cheap out on me, are you, boy?





DEAN shrugs, looks annoyed as he pulls out his wallet.









LATER





SAM is sitting, sifting through papers, and DEAN is pacing. He chuckles as he approaches what appears to be an antique wedding dress displayed on a wall like a ghost.





DEAN

What the —





SAM

What?





DEAN

That's normal. (gesturing to the dress) Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long.





SAM

All right. Victim number one: Joan Edison, forty three years old, a realtor handling the sale of the hotel; and victim number two was Larry Williams, moving some stuff out to Goodwill.





DEAN

Well, there's a connection: they're both tied up in shutting the place down.





SAM

Yeah. Maybe somebody here doesn't want to leave, and they're using hoodoo to fight back.





DEAN

Who do you think our witch doctor is, that Susan lady?





SAM

No, doesn't seem likely. I mean, she is the one selling.





DEAN

So what then, Sherwin?





SAM

I don't know.





DEAN

Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?





SAM

Well, you are kinda butch. Probably think you're overcompensating.





DEAN

(mocking a laugh)

Right.









INT. HALLWAY - DAY





SAM and DEAN poke around the hallways, SAM sees another urn and picks it up. It too, has a quincunx inscribed.





SAM

Hey. Look at that. More hoodoo.





They approach a door marked "PRIVATE" and DEAN knocks. SUSAN opens the door.





DEAN

Hi there.





SUSAN

Hi. Everything okay with your room?





DEAN and SAM

(talking over each other)

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, everything's great. Yeah.





SUSAN

Well, I was, I was just in the middle of packing.





DEAN

Hey!

(looking past her)

Are those antique dolls? Because this one, (looking at Sam) this one here, he's got a major doll collection back home. Dontcha? Huh?





SAM

(after shooting DEAN a look)

Big time.





DEAN

Big time. You think he could come — or we could come in and take a look?





SUSAN

I don't know ...





DEAN

Please? I mean, he loves them. He's not gonna tell you this, but he's, he's always dressing 'em up in these little tiny outfits and, um, you'd make his day. You — she would, huh? Huh?





SAM (looking sick)

It's true.





SUSAN

Okay. Come on in.





DEAN

All right. All right!





He slaps SAM on the back and follows him in; SAM shoots him a death glare.





DEAN

Wow. This is a lot of dolls. I mean, they're nice, you know. Not super creepy at all.





SUSAN

Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value.





SAM

What is this? The hotel?





SUSAN

Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom built.





SAM leans down and picks up the broken doll from earlier. He frowns.





SAM

His head got twisted around. What happened to it?





SUSAN

Tyler, probably.





TYLER runs in.





TYLER

Mommy! Maggie's being mean.





SUSAN

Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?





SAM

Hey Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?





TYLER

I didn't break it. I found it like that.





SAM

Oh. Well, uh, maybe Maggie did it.





TYLER

No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke 'em.





SUSAN

Tyler, she wouldn't get mad.





DEAN

Grandma?





TYLER

Grandma Rose. These were all her toys.





DEAN

Oh. Really. Where's Grandma Rose now?





TYLER

Up in her room.





SAM

You know, I'd, I'd uh, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll —





SUSAN

(suddenly)

No. I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking any visitors.









INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT





SAM and DEAN exit the room, talking in hushed voices.





DEAN

Well, what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?





SAM

Well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses, and binding spells, and ...





DEAN

Yeah, maybe we've found our witch doctor. All right, I'll see what I can go dig up on boomin' Granny. You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing, see if she's whacked anybody before.





SAM

Right.





DEAN

Don't go surfing porn -- that's not the kind of whacking I mean.





SAM rolls his eyes and turns back to the room as DEAN leaves.









INT. LOBBY - DAY





SUSAN signs a wordy legal document with the word "AGREEMENT" at the top. A weak-chinned LAWYER stands nearby.





SUSAN

I've been meaning to ask. What sort of renovations are you planning?





LAWYER

They never told you?





SUSAN

Told me what?





LAWYER

Uh, Ms. Thompson, we plan on demolishing the hotel.





SUSAN

Oh. I see. Excuse me.









INT. PLAYROOM - NIGHT





TYLER hums to herself over the following as she plays a tea party with several dolls.





In an upper room of the dollhouse, a dark-suited figure sits at the edge of a bed. Upstairs, in the parallel room of the real hotel, the lawyer sits at the edge of his bed.





The door behind doll-lawyer creaks open;

The door behind real-laywer creaks open.





Tyler hums and pours tea. She hears a creak and goes over to the dollhouse.





Doll-lawyer is hanging by the neck from the ceiling fan.

Upstairs, Real-lawyer is hanging from the neck from the ceiling fan, twitching.





END ACT ONE

ACT TWO

EXT. PIERPONT INN - NIGHT





SAM stares through a lace-curtained window as droopy music plays. He watches the coroner cart away the lawyer's body; DEAN is outside, and meets SUSAN as she comes back towards the inn.





DEAN

What happened?





SUSAN

Oh, the maid went in to turn down the sheets and he was just . . . hanging there.





DEAN

That's awful. He was a guest?





SUSAN

He worked for the company that bought the place.





DEAN

Hmm.





SUSAN

I don't understand.





DEAN

What?





SUSAN

Had a lot of bad luck around here. Look, if you'd like to check out I'll give you a full refund.





DEAN

No thanks. I don't scare that easy.









INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT





SAM is sitting alone in the dark, framed by the half-open door with the key askew in the lock. DEAN enters and shuts the door behind him, all business-mode.





DEAN

There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room.





SAM

(darkly)

Yeah. I saw.





DEAN

We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny?





SAM

You're the boss.





DEAN, looking around in surprise

What?





SAM

You're bossy. And short.

(laughs sloppily)





DEAN

Are you drunk?





SAM

Yeah. (laughing) So? Stupid.





DEAN

(he looks around and sees several empty bottles)

Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case.





SAM

(tearful, staring at nothing)

That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him.





DEAN

What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything.





SAM

(shifting his gaze to DEAN)

That's an excuse, Dean. I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava too.





Dean approaches SAM.





DEAN

Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that.





SAM

(slamming the table)

No, Dean, you don't understand, all right? The more people I save, the more I can change!





DEAN

Change what?





SAM

(leaning forward, hands to chest)

My destiny, Dean!





DEAN

All right. Time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch.

(He leans over and hauls SAM up by the shoulders.)

Come on.





SAM

I need you to watch out for me.





DEAN

Yeah. I always do.





SAM

No! No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever ... turn into something that I'm not ...

(beat)

you have to kill me.





DEAN

(dismissive)

Sam.





SAM

(shoving DEAN to face him)

Dean! Dad told you to do it, you have to.





DEAN

Yeah, well, Dad's an ass.

(SAM frowns in confusion)

He never should have said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids.





SAM

No. He was right to say it! Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies!





DEAN

Yeah, well, I'm not dying, okay? And neither are you. Come on. Sam.





He pushes SAM onto the bed, but SAM stays seated, reaching up and clutching DEAN'S jacket. DEAN'S right hand curls in the fabric at SAM'S shoulder.





SAM

No, please! Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise.





DEAN

Don't ask that of me.





SAM

Dean, please. You have to promise me.





DEAN

(after a beat)

I promise.





SAM

Thanks.

(he reaches up and grabs DEAN'S face with both hands)

Thank you. You are ...





DEAN

All right. Come on.





He bats SAM'S hands away and shoves him back on the bed. SAM falls back, then turns over on his stomach to plant his face in the pillow, hugging it with both arms. Dean rubs a hand over his face.









INT. DOWNSTAIRS - NIGHT





Dean goes down to the antique, empty bar. SHERWIN is behind the bar, and DEAN sits down.





SHERWIN

Find any good antiques?





DEAN

(remembering)

Um, no! No, I got distracted.





SHERWIN

Have a drink.





DEAN

Yeah, thanks.

(SHERWIN pours a drink)

So, poor guy, huh? Killing himself?





SHERWIN

That kind of thing seems to be going around lately.





DEAN

Yeah, yeah, I heard about the other ones. It's almost like this hotel is, uh, cursed or something.





SHERWIN

Every hotel has its spilled blood. If people only knew what's gone on in some of those rooms they've checked into.





DEAN

You know a lot about the place, don't you?





SHERWIN

Down to the last nail.





DEAN

I'd love to hear some stories.





SHERWIN

Boy, you should never say that to an old man.









INT. ENTRANCEWAY - NIGHT





SHERWIN leads DEAN up the wide staircase, showing him old framed photographs on the walls.





SHERWIN

This is little Miss Susan, and her mother Rose. Happier days.





DEAN

They're not happy now?





SHERWIN

Well, would you be, leaving the only home you ever knew?





DEAN

I don't know. I never really knew one.





SHERWIN

Well, this is Rose's home. It's been in the family over a century. Used to be the family estate. And now she gets to live in some senior living graveyard, and they tear this place down.





DEAN

Yeah, that's too bad.

(they start down the stairs)

I hear Rose isn't feeling well, either.





SHERWIN

No, she isn't.





DEAN

What's wrong with her?





SHERWIN

It's not my business to say.





DEAN

Oh. (nodding)

(he looks at another photo of two little toddlers)

Who's this?





SHERWIN picks up a yellowing photograph of a girl sitting on a chair with young black woman; the woman has a quincunx necklace.





SHERWIN

That's Rose, when she was a little girl.





DEAN

Who's that with her?





SHERWIN

That's her nanny, Marie. She looked after Rose more than her own mother.





DEAN frowns in concern as SHERWIN replaces the photo.









INT. BEDROOM - MORNING





SAM is kneeling miserably in front of the toilet, his hair hanging in his face. DEAN enters and grins at the sight.





DEAN

How you feeling, Sammy? (loudly)

(SAM groans again)

I guess mixing whisky and Jäger wasn't such a gangbuster idea, was it?

(hopefully)

I'll bet you don't remember a thing from last night, do you?



SAM

(groans)

Ohh, I can still taste the tequila.

(DEAN smiles in relief)





DEAN

You know, there's a really good hangover remedy -- it's a, it's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray.





SAM

(heaving)

Oh, I hate you.





DEAN

I know you do. Hey, turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke, she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace. Whoo. (at the smell?)





SAM

So you think she taught Rose hoodoo?





DEAN

Yes I do.





SAM

All right.

(standing painfully)

I think it's time we talked to Rose, then.





DEAN

(grimacing)

Oh. You can brush your teeth first.









INT. HALLWAY - DAY





SAM and DEAN approach the door marked "PRIVATE" and knock.





SAM

Hello? Susan?

(DEAN looks around furtively)

Clear?





DEAN

Mm-hmm.





SAM kneels before the door and picks the lock.









INT. PLAYROOM - DAY





SAM and DEAN enter the creepy doll room and go to the door in the back; it's open, and they go through to find a dimly lit staircase. They creep upstairs and to the end of another hallway, into a small room whose door is ajar. ROSE is seated in a wheelchair facing the rainy window, her back to them. They approach cautiously.





SAM

Mrs. Thompson? Mrs. Thompson?

(She is trembling, staring at nothing)

Rose? Hi, Mrs. Thompson, we're not here to hurt you, it's okay —

(she does not respond, just trembles harder)

Rose?

(then, quietly)

Dean.

(drawing DEAN over to the side)

This woman's had a stroke.





DEAN

Yeah, but hoodoo's hands-on, I mean, you've got to mix herbs, and chant, and build an altar.





SAM

Yeah. So it can't be Rose. Hey, maybe it's not even hoodoo.





DEAN

Or she could be faking.





SAM

Yeah, what are you gonna do, poke her with a stick?

(DEAN frowns, nodding)

Dude! You're not gonna poke her with a stick!





SUSAN

(entering)

What the hell?! What are you doing in here?





SAM (overlap)

Oh, we just wanted to talk to Rose . . .





DEAN (overlap)

Well, the door was open . . .





SUSAN

Look at her, she is scared out of her wits. I want you out of my hotel in two minutes or I'm calling the cops.





They leave without hesitation.









EXT. PIERPONT INN - DAY





The IMPALA rumbles out of the hotel parking lot.









INT. BALCONY - DAY





TYLER and MAGGIE are playing jacks.





MAGGIE

Your turn. Eightsies.





SUSAN

Have you started packing yet?





TYLER

No.





SUSAN

Why not?





TYLER

I don't wanna move.





SUSAN

Yes, I know, but we have to.





TYLER

But Maggie says we're not allowed to move.





MAGGIE

Yeah.





SUSAN

Tyler, enough. Maggie is imaginary. You're too old to have an imaginary friend and I am done pretending.





MAGGIE

(sinister)

I don't like her.









END ACT TWO





ACT THREE

EXT. INN - DAY





SUSAN walks outside and places a box in the trunk of a small red car parked outside. SHERWIN pulls up in a red pickup truck.





SHERWIN

I can lug those boxes for you.





SUSAN

I got it, Sherwin, thanks.





SHERWIN

Okay then. See you later.





He drives off.









INT. PLAYROOM - DAY





TYLER winds up a toy and watches it go back and forth. The miniature swingset beside her starts moving on its own. She stares at it.









EXT. PLAYGROUND - DAY





A creepy wind blows, and SUSAN stares as the full-sized swingset also begins moving on its own. She approaches the playground cautiously; all the playsets are moving, and the car starts behind her. She lays a hand on the teeter-totter to stop it. Everything starts moving faster, and suddenly the car revs its engine and comes straight at her. At the last moment SAM appears, tackling her out of the way.





SAM

Are you okay?





SUSAN

I think so.





DEAN

Come on, come on. Let's get inside, let's go.





They help her into the inn.









INT. INN - DAY





SAM and DEAN guide SUSAN into the bar and to a table.





SUSAN

Whisky.





SAM

Sure. I know the feeling.





SUSAN

What the hell happened out there?





DEAN

You want the truth?





SUSAN

Of course.





DEAN

Well, at first we thought it was some sort of hoodoo curse, but that out there? That was definitely a spirit.





SAM

(handing her a glass of whisky)

Here.





SUSAN

You're insane.





DEAN

Yeah, it's been said.





SAM

Look, I'm sorry, Susan. We don't exactly have time to ease you into this, but we need to know when your mother had the stroke.





SUSAN

What does that have to do with any—





SAM

Just answer the question.





SUSAN

About a month ago.





SAM

Right before the killings began.

(to DEAN)

See? So what if Rose was working hoodoo, but not to hurt anyone. To protect them.





DEAN

She was using the five spot urns to ward off the spirit.





SAM

Right, until she had a stroke and she couldn't anymore.





SUSAN

I don't believe this.





DEAN

Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean, I guess it did, technically, but, but the spirit can — forget it.





SAM

(interrupting)

Look, believe what you want. But the fact is you and your family are in danger, all right? So you need to clear everybody out of here: your employees, your mother, your daughters, everyone.





SUSAN

Um, I only have one daughter.





SAM

One?





DEAN

I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie.





SUSAN

Maggie's imaginary.





SAM

Where's Tyler?









INT. ROSE'S ROOM - DAY





MAGGIE is standing in front of a terrified ROSE.





MAGGIE

She's going to stay here with me. And you can't stop me. There's nothing you can do about it.





TYLER

(entering)

Maggie, don't! You're not supposed to bother grandma.





MAGGIE

I know. Come on. Let's play.





TYLER

Can we have a tea party?





MAGGIE

We can have lots of tea parties. Forever and ever and ever.









END ACT THREE





ACT FOUR

INT. PLAYROOM - DAY





SUSAN leads SAM and DEAN up to the playroom.





SUSAN

Tyler!





They go into the room; the floor is littered with broken dolls. Susan starts to panic.





SUSAN

Oh my god. Tyler. (running out of the room) Tyler! (coming back) She's not here!





SAM

Susan. Tell us what you know about Maggie.





SUSAN

Uh, not much. Um, Tyler's been talking about her since Mom got sick.





SAM

Okay, did you ever know anyone by that name?





SUSAN

Uh, no . . .





DEAN

Think, think, I mean, somebody that could have lived here, might have passed away?





SUSAN

Oh my god. My mom. My mom had a sister named Margaret. She barely spoke about her.





SAM

Did Margaret happen to die here when she was a kid?





SUSAN

She drowned in the pool.





DEAN

Come on.









INT. POOL - DAY





MAGGIE and TYLER are hanging on the ledge above the pool.





TYLER

I don't like it up here. I'm scared.





MAGGIE

It's okay. All you have to do is jump.





TYLER

I can't swim.





MAGGIE

I know. But it won't hurt. I promise. And then we can be together -- forever. And no one will bother us.





TYLER

Why don't you just come with me and Mommy?





MAGGIE

Because I can't leave here. And you can't leave me. Please. I don't want to be alone.









EXT. INN - DAY





SUSAN, SAM and DEAN run through the gardens to the pool house. They reach the door and pound on it. It's locked tight, and SAM and DEAN start pounding at the glass to break it.





SUSAN

Tyler!





More pounding.

SUSAN

Tyler!





TYLER

Mommy!





MAGGIE grabs her wrist and pulls her forward; she falls into the pool with a scream.





DEAN

Is there another entrance?





SUSAN

Around back.





DEAN

All right, let's go.

(to SAM)

Keep working.





As they run around the building, SAM continues to pound at the door; he looks back and sees a large potted plant. He pulls the plant out, picks up the heavy pot, and starts pounding the door with it.





Inside, TYLER flounders in the water, coming up for a second; MAGGIE pushes her head down.





DEAN approaches the back door and holds SUSAN aside.





DEAN

Stand back.





He front-kicks the door, twice, but it hardly budges.





DEAN

Son of a bitch!





As MAGGIE holds TYLER'S head under the water, a wavering voice calls her from above.





ROSE

Margaret. Margaret!





SAM finally breaks through the glass and wriggles through the opening. Without hesitation he leaps over the railing and into the pool. He pushes past the plastic covering the pool to reach TYLER, lifting her in his arms. She is unconscious.





DEAN breaks through the back door and he and SUSAN rush in to meet SAM as he exits the pool. After a tense moment, TYLER coughs and wakes up.





SUSAN

Thank god! Thank god, thank god.





TYLER

Mommy!





SUSAN

Yeah, baby, I'm here.





SAM

Tyler, do you see Maggie anywhere?





TYLER

No, she's gone. Mommy.









INT. ROSE'S ROOM - DAY





MAGGIE

You'd really do that for me?

(pause) Yes. If you did, I'd let them go. But I don't understand. You kept me away for so long. I thought you didn't love me anymore.

(beat)

Okay, little sister. (she reaches forward and caresses ROSE's cheek)









INT. HALLWAY - DAY





SUSAN holds TYLER close to her as they go up towards ROSE'S room.





SUSAN

Don't worry, honey, we're leaving in two minutes, we've just got to get Grandma.





DEAN

I don't get it, did Maggie just stop?





SAM

Seems like it.





DEAN

Well, where the hell did she go?





Upstairs, SUSAN screams. They go running up to ROSE'S room to find her slumped in her wheelchair, dead.





END ACT FOUR





ACT FIVE

SUSAN

Paramedics said it was another stroke. Do you think ... Margaret could have had something to do with it?





DEAN

We don't know.





SAM

But it's possible, yeah.

(beat)

Susan, I'm sorry.





SUSAN

You have nothing to apologize for. You've given me everything.

(to TYLER, as she comes out)

Ready to go, kiddo?





TYLER

Yeah.





DEAN

Now Tyler, you're sure Maggie's not around anymore?





TYLER

I'm sure. I'd see her.





DEAN

I guess whatever's going on must be over.





SAM holds the taxi door for SUSAN





SAM

You two take care of yourselves, all right?





Before getting in the taxi, she turns and gives SAM a full-body hug. DEAN smirks.





SUSAN

Thank you. Both of you.





SAM shuts the door behind her.





DEAN

Think you could have hooked up some MILF action there, bud. I'm serious, I think she liked you.





SAM

Yeah, that's all she needs.





DEAN

Well, you saved the mom, you saved the girl. Not a bad day. 'Course you know, I could have saved 'em myself, but I didn't want you to feel useless.





SAM

All right, I appreciate it.





DEAN

Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it?





SAM

Yeah, it does. But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean.





DEAN

We talked about a lot of things last night.





SAM

You know what I mean.





DEAN

You were wasted.





SAM

But you weren't. And you promised.





They get into the car. SAM in a full-on brood, DEAN flicking his eyes towards SAM in worry or anxiety. They pull away from the inn.





Slow pan through the inn to the upstairs bedroom, where MAGGIE and ROSE (now appearing about TYLER'S age) are skipping rope and counting.









END





Transcript by gelasius - Jan. 2007



