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2.11 Playthings (transcript)

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ACT TWO: notes
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>
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