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2.11 Playthings (transcript)

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ACT ONE
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|Episode=[[2.05 Simon Said11 Playthings]]
|Writer=[[Matt Witten]]
|Director=[[Charles Beeson]]
SAM<br>
A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut, two . Two freak accidents in the past three weeks. <br><br>
DEAN<br>
DEAN<br>
Well yeah, it's just, you know. not the , uh, patented Sam Winchester way, is it?<br><br>
SAM<br>
(mildly challenging)<br>
What was way is that?<br><br>
DEAN<br>
I just figured after Ava there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows, and,-- <br>
(SAM gives him a look)<br>
yeah, I'll shut up now. <br><br>
SAM<br>
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. <br><br>
DEAN<br>
Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me, and I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you.<br><br>
SAM ducks his head and laughs.<br><br>
DEAN<br>
Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways, ... sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside. <br>
(closing his eyes briefly)<br>
Mmm. , Daphne. Love her. <br><br>
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.<br><br>
SAM<br>
DEAN<br>
Yeah, except I don't see any bloodweed. Don't you think this place is a little too, uh, whitemeat for hoodoo?<br><br>
SAM(shrugs)<br>
Maybe.<br><br><br>
SUSAN<br>
Well, um, congratulations, you could be some of our final guests. <br><br>
DEAN<br>
SAM<br>
What? No, uh, no, we're, we're . . . two singles, we. We're just brothers. <br><br>
SUSAN<br>
DEAN<br>
What'd you mean that we look the type?<br><br>
 
SUSAN has trouble articulating an answer.
SAM<br>
SHERWIN<br>
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. <br><br>
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.<br><br>
SHERWIN<br>
You're not gonna ... cheap out on me, are you, boy?<br><br>
DEAN shrugs, looks annoyed as he pulls out his wallet.<br><br><br>
DEAN<br>
That's normal. (gesturing to the dress) Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long. <br><br>
SAM<br>
DEAN<br>
Well, there's a connection, : they're both tied up in shutting the place down. <br><br>
SAM<br>
DEAN<br>
(forcing mocking a laugh)<br>
Right.<br><br><br>
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHTDAY<br><br>
SAM and DEAN poke around the hallways, SAM sees another urn and picks it up. It too, has a quincunx inscribed.<br><br>
DEAN and SAM<br>
(talking over each other)<br>
Yeah.Yeah, yeah, everything's great. Yeah.<br><br>
SUSAN<br>
Hey!<br>
(looking past her)<br>
Are those antique dolls? Because this one, (looking at Sam) this one here, he's got a major doll collection back home. Dontcha? Huh?<br><br>
SAM<br>
SUSAN<br>
I don't know,...<br><br>
DEAN<br>
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?<br><br>
SAM(looking sick)<br>
It's true. <br><br>
TYLER<br>
Mommy! Maggie's being mean.<br><br>
SUSAN<br>
TYLER<br>
I didn't break it. I found it like that. <br><br>
SAM<br>
Oh. Well, uh, maybe Maggie did it. <br><br>
TYLER<br>
No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke 'em. <br><br>
SUSAN<br>
TYLER<br>
Grandma Rose, these . These were all her toys. <br><br>
DEAN<br>
SAM<br>
You know, I'd, I'd uh, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll —<br><br>
SUSAN<br>
(suddenly)<br>
No. I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking any visitors. <br><br><br>
SAM<br>
Well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses, and binding spells, and, ... <br><br>
DEAN<br>
Yeah, maybe we've found our witch doctor. All right, I'll see what I can go dig up on (?) boomin' Granny, you . You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing, see if she's whacked anybody before.<br><br>
SAM<br>
DEAN<br>
Don't go surfing porn, -- that's not the kind of whacking I mean. <br><br>
SAM rolls his eyes and turns back to the room as DEAN leaves.<br><br><br>
LAWYER<br>
Uh, Ms. Thompson , we plan on demolishing the hotel. <br><br>
SUSAN<br>
END ACT ONE
 
==ACT TWO==
SAM<br>
You're bossythe boss.<br><br>
DEAN<br>(, looking around in surprise)<br>
What?<br><br>
SAM<br>
Yeah. (laughing) So? Stupid.<br><br>
DEAN<br>
SAM<br>
(tearful, staring at nothing)<br>
That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him. <br><br>
DEAN<br>
What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything. <br><br>
SAM<br>
(shifting his gaze to DEAN)<br>
That's an excuse, Dean. I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava too. <br><br>
Dean approaches SAM.<br><br>
DEAN<br>
Yeah, well, you can't save everyone, even . Even you said that. <br><br>
SAM<br>
SAM<br>
No! No, no, no. You have to <b>watch out</b> for me, all right? And if I ever ... turn into something that I'm not,... <br>
(beat)<br>
You you have to kill me.<br><br>
DEAN<br>
Yeah, well, Dad's an ass.<br>
(SAM frowns in confusion)<br>
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.<br><br>
SAM<br>
DEAN<br>
Yeah, well, I'm not dying, okay? And neither are you. Come on. Sam.<br><br>
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. <br><br>
Thanks.<br>
(he reaches up and grabs DEAN'S face with both hands)<br>
Thank you. You are ... <br><br>
DEAN<br>
All right. Come on.<br><br>
He bats SAM'S hands away and shoves him back on the bed. SAM falls back, then turns over on his belly stomach to plant his face in the pillow, hugging it with both arms. Dean rubs a hand over his face.<br><br><br>
DEAN<br>
Yeah, yeah, I heard about the other ones. It's almost like this hotel is , uh, cursed or something. <br><br>
SHERWIN<br>
SHERWIN<br>
This is little miss Miss Susan, and her mother Rose. Happier days.<br><br>
DEAN<br>
DEAN<br>
I don't know, . I never really knew one. <br><br>
SHERWIN<br>
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. <br><br>
DEAN<br>
DEAN<br>
Oh. (nodding) <br>(he looks at another photoof two little toddlers)<br>
Who's this?<br><br>
DEAN<br>
How you feeling, Sammy?(loudly)<br>
(SAM groans again)<br>
I guess mixing whisky and Jager Jäger wasn't such a gangbuster idea, was it?<br>
(hopefully)<br>
I'll bet you don't remember a thing from last night, do you?<br>
SAM<br>
(groans)<br>
Ohh, I can still taste the tequila. <br>
(DEAN smiles in relief)<br><br>
DEAN<br>
You know, there's a really good hangover remedy, -- it's a, it's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray.<br><br>
SAM<br>
DEAN<br>
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?)<br><br>
SAM<br>
What the hell?! What are you doing in here?<br><br>
SAM(overlap)<br>
Oh, we just wanted to talk to Rose . . .<br><br>
DEAN(overlap)<br>
Well, the door was open . . .<br><br>
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. <br><br>
They leave without hestiationhesitation.<br><br><br>
I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie. <br><br>
SUANSUSAN<br>
Maggie's imaginary.<br><br>
SUSAN<br>
Oh my god. Tyler. (running out of the room) Tyler! (coming back) She's not here!<br><br>
SAM<br>
MAGGIE<br>
I know. But it won't hurt. I promise. And then we can be together foreger-- forever. And no one will bother us. <br><br>
TYLER<br>
Why don't you just come with me and mommyMommy?<br><br>
MAGGIE<br>
Because I can't leave here. And you can't leave me. Please. I don't want to be alone.<br><br><br>
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.<br><br>
 
SUSAN<br>
Tyler!<br><br>
 
More pounding.
SUSAN<br>
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. <br><br>
Inside, TYLER flounders in the water as , coming up for a second; MAGGIE holds pushes her head down.<br><br>
DEAN approaches the back door and holds SUSAN aside.<br><br>
SUSAN<br>
Thank god! Thank god, thank god. <br><br>
TYLER<br>
TYLER<br>
No, she's gone. Mommy.<br><br><br>
MAGGIE<br>
You'd really do that for me? <br>
(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. <br>
(beat)<br>
Okay. Little , little sister.(she reaches forward and caresses ROSE's cheek)<br><br><br>
END ACT FOUR<br><br>
 
==ACT FIVE==
SUSAN<br>
Paramedics said it was another stroke. Do you think ... Margaret could have had something to do with it?<br><br>
DEAN<br>
TYLER<br>
I'm sure. I'd see her. <br><br>
DEAN<br>
DEAN<br>
Well, you saved the mom, you saved the girl. Not a bad day. 'Course you know, I could have saved them 'em myself, but I didn't want you to feel useless. <br><br>
SAM<br>
But you weren't. And you promised.<br><br>
They get into the car; . SAM in a full-on brood, DEAN flicking his eyes towards SAM in worryor anxiety. They pull away from the inn.<br><br>
Slow pan through the inn to the upstairs bedroom, where MAGGIE and ROSE (now appearing about TYLER'S age) are skipping rope and counting. <br><br><br>
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