7.04 Defending Your Life (Transcript)
Written by: Adam Glass
Directed by: Bob Singer
Air Date: 14 Oct 2011Contents
NOW
EXT. DEARBORN, MICHIGAN – NIGHT
A MAN is running through the streets, chased by a car. He ducks into a laneway while the car continues along the road, and stands breathing heavily and clutching his chest. He looks behind him and sees nothing. When he turns around again, the car is facing him.
MAN:
That's impossible.
The car accelerates towards the MAN. He turns and runs, with the car close behind. He enters the door of an apartment building, runs up the stairs to at least the 9th floor and lets himself in to an apartment, where he leans against a wall panting.
MAN:
You’re okay, you’re okay. Oh, you’re okay.
The MAN hears the sound of an engine revving and turns around in alarm. The car accelerates towards him and crushes him against the wall.
MAN:
No!
SUPERNATURAL (Title Card)
ACT ONE
EXT. DEARBORN, MICHIGAN – DAY
SAM and DEAN pull up to a crime scene and get out of the Impala.
LUCIFER (in SAM’s mind):
Sam.
SAM presses his right thumb into his left hand, which he cut in 7.01 Meet The New Boss.
DEAN:
Feels wonky.
SAM:
What?
DEAN:
Working a regular job.
SAM:
Bobby'll call if anything flares up on the Leviathan front. In the meantime, you know you want to work this case, Dean. Cop on the wire sounded dumbfounded.
DEAN:
No arguments. It's kind of nice, you know? We're due for a little cut and dry. And, uh...
SAM and DEAN hold up FBI badges and a policeman lets them through the “Do Not Cross” line.
DEAN:
You seem good.
SAM:
I am. For me. By the way... Thank you.
DEAN:
For?
SAM:
Amy. I know you didn't want to let her go, but it was the right thing to do. So, thanks.
DEAN:
No problem.
INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – DAY
SAM and DEAN show their ID again and duck under another “Do Not Cross” line.
DETECTIVE:
Welcome to Crazytown, population -- one dead guy.
SAM:
Who was he?
DETECTIVE:
Uh, Matthew Hammond. Seems to have been crushed to death.
DEAN:
By?
DETECTIVE:
Well, if we weren't on the tenth floor, I'd say by a car.
A police photographer takes a picture of a bloodstained brick wall with a hole knocked through it. SAM takes out his EMF reader.
SAM:
It's going crazy.
DEAN:
Some kind of ghost?
DEAN:
With a license? License to kill.
SAM:
Seriously? Huh.
DEAN:
What do you got?
SAM:
I don't know. Looks like some kind of powder.
DEAN:
Sulfur?
SAM:
No. Just dirt. Could be "Christine"-like.
DEAN:
Ugh. Even possessed cars can't do stairs. It's something spectral.
DEAN picks up a token from a bowl of knick-knacks.
DEAN:
Check this out. "AA, 10 years." Dead and sober.
DEAN tosses the token to SAM.
DEAN:
Double crappy.
SAM is looking at some papers.
SAM:
There's a charge keeps coming up. 50 bucks a month at a place called Jane's. All right. Congrats on your sobriety.
SAM tosses the token back to DEAN.
SAM:
I'll go find out what Jane's is.
DEAN:
I gave up AA for Lent.
SAM:
We're not Catholic.
DEAN:
Always with the details. AA gives me the jeebs.
SAM:
Wow. Shocker.
DEAN:
Shut up.
SAM:
Fine. I'll hit the meeting, you go hit on Jane.
EXT. DEARBORN OUTREACH CENTER – DAY
SAM and a WOMAN are talking outside the building.
WOMAN:
Matt was a nice guy. Kind of a tortured soul. Join the club. But he just seemed to have a lot going on.
SAM:
Any idea what it was? Family, a girl?
WOMAN:
He played it all pretty close to the vest. Something was eating at him, though, the last time I saw him. He almost slipped.
SAM:
When?
WOMAN:
Just before he died, I guess. Called me from Neal's Tavern. Said he was an inch away from drinking. So I ran over, talked him off the ledge.
SAM:
Well, do you know what triggered it?
WOMAN:
Like I said, he didn't share much.
INT. ‘JANE’S FLOWERS’ FLORIST SHOP – DAY
WOMAN:
May I help you?
DEAN:
Uh, yes. I, uh...
DEAN holds up his FBI badge.
DEAN:
Just had a few questions about a customer of yours, name of Matthew Hammond.
WOMAN:
Uh, sure. He's not in trouble, is he?
DEAN:
Actually, Mr. Hammond is no longer with us.
WOMAN:
Oh. Now it all makes sense.
DEAN:
What does?
WOMAN:
He came in, couple days ago, paid me three years in advance to keep his monthly delivery going.
DEAN:
And where do the flowers go?
WOMAN:
A Miss Elizabeth Duren.
DEAN:
You mind, uh, writing Elizabeth's address down? I'd like to pay her a visit.
EXT. GRAVEYARD – NIGHT
SAM and DEAN are walking through the graveyard with flashlights.
DEAN:
Here we go. Meet Elizabeth Duren.
SAM:
Died at 10. Wow. So, who was she?
DEAN:
I don't know. Why don't we chew on it back at the motel?
INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
SAM is reading the Detroit Daily News archives online on his laptop.
SAM:
Elizabeth Duren. Killed 10 years ago when a neighbor backed out of his driveway. Didn't see her bike. No one was ever charged. Police ruled it an accident.
DEAN:
Let me guess. The neighbor's our tenth-floor pancake.
SAM nods.
SAM:
At least we know he felt bad. I mean, the flowers...
DEAN:
Kind of makes you wonder if the guy wasn't drunk when he ran her over.
DEAN looks at the beer bottle he’s drinking from. SAM watches him.
SAM:
Yeah. All right. Well, regardless, now that we got a decent bead on ghost rider, let's go.
DEAN:
What?
SAM:
Burn her bones. Put her to rest.
DEAN:
The fun never stops.
EXT. GRAVEYARD – NIGHT
SAM and DEAN dig, salt and burn.
EXT. CITY STREETS – NIGHT
A German Shepherd dog is chasing a MAN. He enters a diner, closes and locks the glass door behind him, and leans with his back against the door, breathing heavily. The dog leaps at the door, barking, and the MAN runs through the diner to the men’s room.
MAN:
Keep that thing away from me!
The dog is no longer visible at the front door. The MAN locks the door of the men’s room behind him and leans with his back against it, breathing heavily.
MAN:
All right.
The MAN takes out his cell phone and makes a call.
WOMAN (V-O):
911. What is your emergency?
MAN:
I need help. There's a dog after me...
WOMAN (V-O):
What is your address?
MAN:
I-I-I don't know! I'm -- some restaurant somewhere. I'm –
The MAN sees the dog reflected in the mirror. It is sitting in the corner watching him.
WOMAN (V-O):
Sir? Sir?
The MAN lowers the phone and turns towards the dog.
WOMAN (V-O):
Hello? Hello sir, can you hear me?
The dog growls and leaps at the MAN, barking.
MAN:
No. No!
Blood splatters the wall.
WOMAN (V-O):
Sir, you need to calm down. We'll send paramedics. Just tell me where you are. Sir? Sir?
The MAN lies dead on the ground.
ACT TWO
INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
DEAN and SAM enter the room. SAM is reading a newspaper.
DEAN:
Oh, another night at the office. Why don't you take the first shower?
SAM:
Listen to this. "A local man, Christopher Fisher, was ripped to shreds in a wild animal attack last night."
DEAN:
It is a dangerous world out there.
DEAN sits on a bed, takes off his jacket and flops backwards onto the bed. SAM sits at the table.
SAM:
He was in the restroom of a diner.
DEAN sits up again.
DEAN:
Yeah, that doesn't sound right.
SAM:
Apparently, uh, none of the patrons saw anything. Guy calls 911, screaming about a dog, but the operator didn't hear anything, either.
SAM is now using his laptop.
SAM:
Wow. Looks like this guy had a history with dogs.
DEAN:
Meaning?
SAM:
Five years ago, he was arrested for running a dog-fighting operation.
DEAN gets up from the bed and joins Sam at the table.
DEAN:
Classy. All right. So, what? He causes so much misery that some Rottweiler goes Cujo on him from beyond the grave? Wait a second. Do... do dogs even have ghosts?
SAM:
First I've heard of it.
DEAN:
That sounds weird. Ghost dog?
SAM:
No weirder than ghost car, you know?
DEAN:
You know what does make sense? Vengeance on the guy that Michael Vick'd you. I mean, I'm no one to judge, but it sounds to me like that guy had it coming.
SAM:
Maybe... But maybe not. So, he got busted, got probation, started volunteering at an animal shelter.
DEAN:
Yeah, 'cause he had to.
SAM:
At first, yeah. But he kept going long after he served his time. Looks like he got really into it. Raised a lot of money for the cause.
SAM turns the laptop around to show DEAN an article titled “Dog shelter thanks volunteers for efforts.”
DEAN:
Huh.
SAM:
People change.
DEAN:
Yeah, tell that to ghost dog.
DEAN gets up and walks away from the table, holding one hand to his back.
SAM:
All right. Uh, get suited up. Let's go check out the body.
DEAN:
What?
SAM:
What?
DEAN:
What?
DEAN turns back towards SAM.
DEAN:
What?
SAM:
Nothing. I... You okay?
DEAN:
Peachy. Yeah, let's do this.
EXT. WAYNE COUNTY CORONER’S OFFICE – DAY
SAM:
So, guess what I found. Red dirt. Under his nails. On his shoes, too.
DEAN:
Just like the, uh, car-crash guy's floor?
SAM:
Yeah. So, gotta be someplace around here they both walked.
IN THE IMPALA IN A RURAL AREA – DAY
DEAN:
An apple farm?
SAM:
Yeah. Apparently whatever's in red dirt makes great apples.
DEAN:
Wow. I'd be so interested in that if I ate apples.
SAM:
So this one's supposed to be pretty old, uh, mostly abandoned. Few hundred acres.
DEAN:
A few hundred?! We're gonna be searching all year.
A graying MAN runs out into the road and holds out his arms to stop the car.
DEAN:
Whoa!
DEAN brakes hard and stops just in front of the MAN. SAM and DEAN get out.
SAM:
Hey. Uh...You okay?
DEAN:
Guy just jumped in front of a car, Sam.
SAM:
Uh, you want us to help you, sir?
The MAN is leaning over, breathing hard.
DEAN:
Okay, well, why don't we get you out of here before you get roadkilled, huh?
MAN:
Yeah.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
SAM hands the MAN a glass of water.
SAM:
So, Warren. Just, uh, take a minute. Tell us what's going on.
WARREN:
Look -- you're good people, I can see that, but you can't do anything for me. No one can.
DEAN:
Why not?
WARREN:
Cause it's all impossible. You won't even believe me.
DEAN:
Well, try us.
WARREN:
I was just put on trial and sentenced to death.
DEAN:
What'd you do?
WARREN:
Held up a liquor store. I killed the owner and his wife. I wasn't thinking. I was young.
DEAN:
Young? When was this?
WARREN:
1981.
DEAN:
And they just put you on trial?
WARREN:
No, no, I just got out of prison.
DEAN:
Okay, you're making less sense the more you talk.
DEAN gets up from his chair. SAM also gets up and holds out an arm to stop DEAN.
SAM:
No, it's okay. Just...Go on.
WARREN:
Did 30 years. I just got paroled. Not that you're ever free of that. I think about it every day.
SAM:
So, then, what were you running from?
WARREN:
Well, I told you -- the trial! All I know is, one minute I'm at the bar, and the next, I get jumped, wake up in a damn courtroom.
DEAN:
Courtroom? Like a... courtroom?
WARREN:
Well, no. There was a judge. Everything was crazy. It was in a barn.
SAM:
At the apple farm?
WARREN:
Yeah.
SAM:
And this bar where you were grabbed?
WARREN:
Neal's Tavern.
SAM (to DEAN):
Same place Matthew Hammond went before his... car accident. Think maybe dog guy went there, too?
SAM (to WARREN):
Is there anything else you can tell us?
WARREN:
You believe me? Who the hell are you?
SAM:
We kind of... specialize in crazy. So, uh, this judge -- he got a name?
WARREN:
No. But there was these weird symbols.
SAM:
Symbols? Do you remember any of 'em? Can you draw them?
SAM gives WARREN some paper and a pencil.
DEAN:
Excuse us a sec.
DEAN (to SAM):
Can I talk to you?
EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MOTEL – DAY
SAM:
What is it?
DEAN:
"What is it?" Sam, uh... How about a drunk driver, Michael Vick, a murderer?
SAM:
And?
DEAN:
And... when did our black-and-white case turn to mud? I'm just saying I'm having a hard time not rooting for the ghosts on this one.
SAM:
No, you said it yourself -- it's not on us to judge.
DEAN:
Yeah, except that that's complete crap. Everybody judges all day long. Look, I'm just supposed to ignore what that guy did?
SAM:
We've shot people, Dean -- more than two.
DEAN:
Yeah, you know what? When those ghosts come to kick my ass, they've got a compelling case.
SAM:
So, what, you're saying -- what? You don't want to work the job anymore?
DEAN:
I'm just saying, you know, one simple friggin' day on the job -- is that too much to ask?
SAM:
Well, look. I'm gonna go out, I'm gonna go try and find that barn. You coming?
DEAN:
I'm gonna check the bar.
SAM:
To work or drink?
DEAN:
I haven't decided.
DEAN walks away.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
WARREN:
What's going on? Where'd he go?
SAM:
He, uh... Everything's fine. Look, let's go back to that farm.
WARREN:
Oh, no, no. No, I'm not going back.
SAM:
Warren, I need your help finding that barn.
WARREN:
It's red -- it stands out. I'm not going back. They're out there.
SAM:
Who?
WARREN:
The people I killed. I just -- no. No!
SAM:
You're safer with me than not.
WARREN:
No.
SAM:
Okay.
SAM grabs the piece of paper WARREN is holding.
SAM:
Fine.
SAM makes a salt circle around a chair in which WARREN is sitting.
SAM:
I need you to stay inside this circle until I get back, okay? It'll protect you.
WARREN:
How?
SAM:
Just trust me, okay? I'm trying to help.
SAM turns on the television and tosses WARREN the remote.
SAM:
Stay put.
SAM takes out his phone and makes a call.
SAM (on phone):
Bobby? Hey. Me. Listen -- I'm sending you some symbols to look up.
SAM leaves the room. He mouths “Stay put” to WARREN.
INT. NEAL’S TAVERN – DAY
A man bumps into DEAN.
DEAN:
No. Excuse me. Ah. Dive sweet dive.
DEAN sits at the bar.
BARTENDER:
Hey.
DEAN:
Well, now I know why everybody comes here.
BARTENDER:
What can I get ya?
DEAN:
Scotch and soda. You know, hold the soda. Make it a double. So, you, uh -- you work the night shift?
BARTENDER:
Why? You plan on making this a regular thing?
DEAN laughs.
DEAN:
No, I just got a few questions. Believe it or not I'm a cop.
BARTENDER:
I believe it. You look like you've seen some crap. I'm sorry, I was off all week, but Frank'll be back tomorrow.
DEAN:
Right. Eh... I'll do another.
BARTENDER:
Love life or job? Two quick doubles, it's something. I'm Mia, by the way.
DEAN:
Well, Mia, that is a complex question. I'm Dean, by the way.
MIA:
Well, Dean, luckily I'm like a captive shrink with unlimited alcohol. So, shoot.
DEAN laughs again.
DEAN:
You like to hear people's problems, do ya?
MIA:
I get curious. On occasion.
MIA pours another drink for DEAN and one for herself.
DEAN:
Work thing. Since you asked. You ever, uh... You ever do something behind someone's back because you had to?
MIA:
Now you feel bad? Well, Dean, if you had to, why feel guilty? That doesn't make any sense.
DEAN:
Hmm.
They clink glasses.
DEAN:
Well, you know, we don't have enough room for the worms if we pop that can, sister.
DEAN taps his glass to indicate he wants another drink.
MIA:
You may want to slow your roll there.
DEAN:
The more I drink, the better I tip.
MIA:
Yeah, well, I'm off in an hour. So don't pass out on me.
DEAN:
Well, then I think I'll switch to beer.
MIA:
Good choice.
EXT. APPLE FARM – NIGHT
SAM drives up to the barn and gets out of the Impala. He enters the barn and looks around. The floor is red dirt. SAM’s phone rings.
SAM (on phone):
Hey, Bobby, what do ya got?
INT. STORAGE UNIT – NIGHT
BOBBY is sitting at a table surrounded by books.
BOBBY (on phone):
Those chicken scratches -- definitely Egyptian. "Book of the Dead."
INT.BARN AT APPLE FARM – NIGHT
SAM (on phone):
So, good news, then.
INT. STORAGE UNIT – NIGHT
BOBBY (on phone):
They identify the God Osiris. Real authoritarian type. He gets ahold of you, he's judge, jury, and executioner. Lore says that he can see directly into the human heart. He weighs the guilt. If he finds more than a feather's worth -- boom, you're done.
INT.BARN AT APPLE FARM – NIGHT
SAM (on phone):
So what's he doing in Dearborn?
INT. STORAGE UNIT – NIGHT
BOBBY (on phone):
Well, it seems like he just pops up and does his circuit-judge act and then disappears again. That's all I got so far.
INT.BARN AT APPLE FARM – NIGHT
BOBBY (on phone, V-O):
You know what this means.
SAM (on phone):
Yeah. We've got to find him before he goes underground again.
INT. STORAGE UNIT – NIGHT
BOBBY (on phone):
No, you idjit. It means you two got to get the hell out of Dodge. This guy hones in on people who feel guilty. Who does that sound like to you?
EXT. OUTSIDE NEAL’S TAVERN – NIGHT
DEAN:
It's been a while. But you owe yourself. It's nothing but a ground ball -- you just got to put your mitt down. You are Dean Winchester. This is what you do.
DEAN’s phone rings. As he takes it out of his pocket, he walks offscreen, but his shadow is visible on the wall of the tavern. An arm grabs him from behind and his phone falls to the ground.
