8.20 Pac-Man Fever (transcript)
Written by: Robbie Thompson
Directed by: Bob Singer
Air Date: April 24, 2013TEASER
TITLE: NOW
INT. 1950s MILITARY HOSPITAL - NIGHT
DEAN wakes up and looks around.
DEAN
...the hell?
He gets up and tries to turn off the record player, but the music just keeps going. He kicks a leg off the table that's blocking the door to take with him as a weapon, and starts exploring the hospital. The floor is littered with several dead, bloody bodies.
DEAN
What the hell is this?
He finds a newspaper on the floor. It's dated July 12, 1951.
DEAN
1951?
A growling figure approaches; we only see the shadow it casts.
TITLE: SUPERNATURAL
ACT ONE
INT. BUNKER - LIBRARY - NIGHT
SUPERIMPOSED: 24 Hours Earlier
DEAN enters, placing a bag of groceries on a chair and a six-pack of beer on the table. He opens one of the beers. SAM enters, looking sleepy.
DEAN
Y— [looks up] Man, I'm telling you, give me five minutes with some clippers, and...
SAM
Oh, shut up. Uh, what time did I lay down?
DEAN
You took a siesta around noon. Yesterday.
DEAN grabs another beer and throws it in SAM's direction. SAM fails to react and the beer shatters on the floor.
SAM
I'm sorry, I, uh...
DEAN
That's why we don't have nice things, Sam. [SAM stumbles] You okay?
SAM
Yeah, I'm, I'm fine, I just— [he leans on the table, rubbing his face] uh, you know what, I'm gonna get dressed. We should go find Kevin.
DEAN
Hey hey, hey hey hey, easy, easy, sleeping beauty. Look, man, I've hacked into every security camera around Garth's houseboat, Kevin's hometown, where Mrs Tran lived...
SAM
And?
DEAN
Well, nothing so far.
SAM
Dean, we have to find him.
DEAN
I know. I know, but Garth is out looking for him, we got a hunter APB out on Kevin, we will do what we can from here while you get better.
SAM
I'm fine. Dean, I can still go out there, I can still hunt.
DEAN
Really?
INT. BUNKER - SHOOTING GALLERY - NIGHT
SAM and DEAN enter. DEAN loads a gun.
SAM
This is stupid.
DEAN fires the gun twice, hitting one of the targets in the chest both times.
DEAN
Alright. You hit that target, we'll talk about getting you back out there.
SAM
No problem.
SAM aims, wavering. He uses his other hand to steady the gun, but still misses the target entirely on both shots he fires.
DEAN
Look, man, this second trial hit you a lot harder than that first one. I don't know whether it was just more intense or what.
SAM
Felt the same. Till the next day.
DEAN
So, we're gonna sit tight. Keep an eye out until you get better.
INT. BUNKER - NIGHT
A "You Have Email" notification pops up on the laptop.
SAM
It's from Charlie. "In the neighborhood, found you guys a case." Found us a case?
DEAN
In the neighborhood? How the hell does she know where we are?
SAM
Uh, well, she doesn't. Not exactly, at least. It says she tracked our cells to a twenty mile radius, then the signal went out. Huh. This place must be in some kinda, like, Bermuda Triangle.
DEAN
What, are you saying we can make and receive phone calls from here and nobody can track us? Man I love this place.
EXT. BUNKER - DAY
SAM and DEAN are leaning on the the trunk of the Impala, waiting. CHARLIE BRADBURY pulls up.
DEAN
Your Highness!
CHARLIE
What's up, bitches?
CHARLIE hugs DEAN, then SAM as well, who leans back heavily onto the Impala immediately afterwards and grunts.
CHARLIE
You okay, Sam?
SAM
Yeah, no, I'm, I'm good, yeah. What're you doing in Kansas?
CHARLIE
Uh... a comic convention. In Topeka.
SAM
In the middle of the week?
CHARLIE
Girl's gotta get her collectibles. So, are you gonna invite me into your dungeon, or do I gotta answer your "questions three" first?
SAM
[?], let us introduce you to the Men of Letters.
INT. BUNKER - LIBRARY - DAY
CHARLIE
Holy awesome. Too bad they got wiped out, though that is what they get for the sexist name.
SAM
Well, anyway, that's our skinny. How about you?
CHARLIE
Um, made a deal with the yesteryear weirdos, we're gonna team up to stomp the shadow orcs. You guys are still coming to the mid-year jubilee, right?
DEAN
Wouldn't miss it.
SAM
So what about this case you brought us?
CHARLIE
When I was in Topeka, I saw this pop up over the wire. Tom Blake, a checkout clerk in Salina, who went missing on his way home from work. He was found dead yesterday, his insides liquefied. Locals have no idea what happened, they tried to bury the report so people wouldn't freak, but I flagged it. I have eliminated the following things that go bump in the night...
SAM
Wait a second. When did you become such an expert?
CHARLIE
Well, after you guys left, I dug into all things monsters. I'm a wee bit obsessive. If "wee bit" means completely. I also found this series of books, by a Carver Edlund? [SAM and DEAN exchange awkward looks] Did those books really happen?
SAM and DEAN look away. SAM sighs.
CHARLIE (cont'd)
Wow. That is some meta madness. [to DEAN] Thanks for saving the world and stuff. [to SAM] Sorry you have zero luck with the ladies.
SAM
Wha— [to DEAN] We need to find every single copy of those books and burn them.
CHARLIE
They're online now, so good luck with that.
DEAN
Awesome. [he gets up] Well, you two crazy kids deal with that, I will go see if there's anything to this, uh, case of yours.
SAM
I'm coming with you.
SAM stands up as well but staggers, nearly falling over. CHARLIE jumps from her seat and grabs his arm.
CHARLIE
Whoa, are you sure you're okay?
SAM
Yes.
DEAN
No. You're taking a knee as long as you're off your game.
CHARLIE
I'll go with you.
DEAN
No disrespect, okay, but there's a big difference between reading about hunting and actually hunting.
CHARLIE
I'm coming with.
INT. BUNKER - SHOOTING GALLERY - DAY
DEAN loads the gun. CHARLIE gives him an exasperated look.
CHARLIE
For serious?
DEAN
Okay, now, if you can hit that target then we can talk about you actually—
CHARLIE grabs the gun and fires twice — both perfect headshots.
CHARLIE
What?
DEAN
Alright, if you're gonna do a ridealong, then, uh... you gotta lose the novelty t-shirts.
CHARLIE
Son of a pantsuit.
INT. CLOTHING STORE - DAY
MONTAGE (to "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves) of CHARLIE trying on different outfits. DEAN sits outside the dressing room making her a fake FBI badge and occasionally looks up to disapprove of the various outfits. Eventually he grabs Charlie's cellphone and turns off the music.
CHARLIE
(disappointed)
Montage!
DEAN glares at her and CHARLIE goes off to try on another outfit, which finally gets DEAN's approval.
CHARLIE
Trials? That's never good.
DEAN
Yeah, and our prophet's in the wind.
CHARLIE
What about, uh, Castiel? He seems helpful, and dreamy.
DEAN
He's MIA, with a tablet of his own, doing God knows what. I mean, to be honest this whole thing is... I mean, Sam's a tough son of a bitch, but... Cas is saying that these trials are messing with him in ways that even he can't heal.
CHARLIE
If it's any consolation, having read your history, there is pretty much nothing the Winchesters can't do if they work together.
DEAN
Thanks.
CHARLIE
Must be nice, having a brother, someone to always watch your back.
DEAN
Yeah. No brothers or sisters?
CHARLIE
Actually I have two. Their names are XBOX and PS3.
DEAN
Not getting any reception. Can I use your phone?
CHARLIE
Um, sure.
DEAN takes her phone and dials.
SAM (O.S.)
Yeah?
DEAN
Hey, it's me. You okay?
SAM (O.S.)
Yes, Dean.
INT. BUNKER - SHOOTING GALLERY - CONTINUOUS
SAM (cont'd)
I'm still fine. Look, I can hunt, I—
DEAN (O.S.)
Well, then let the healing continue.
INT. CLOTHING STORE - CONTINUOUS
DEAN (cont'd)
I'll check in with you later.
DEAN hangs up.
INT. BUNKER - SHOOTING GALLERY - CONTINUOUS
SAM hangs up and grabs the gun. He fires another two shots, closer than before but still not quite hitting the target.
SAM
Close enough.
INT. HOSPITAL - CORONER'S OFFICE - DAY
DEAN knocks on the door to DR. JENNIFER O'BRIEN's office.
JENNIFER
Come in.
DEAN and CHARLIE enter the coroner's office. DEAN takes out his badge. CHARLIE fumbles with hers and ends up holding it out upside-down. DEAN glances over and CHARLIE notices her mistake and quickly puts the badge away. DEAN shows the Dr. his own badge.
DEAN
Hi, uh. Special Agent Hicks, this is my partner Special Agent Ripley. We're here about the body with the creamy filling.
JENNIFER
Ah, right. I didn't think you guys would have any interest in that.
DEAN
FBI, ma'am, we never leave a stone unturned. Mind if we take a peek?
JENNIFER
Of course not. I just need your signed chain of custody request and it's all yours.
DEAN
Sorry, the what?
JENNIFER
Chain of custody request? From your supervisor to mine?
DEAN
Right, uh. You know what. [holds out a business card] You wanna call my supervisor, I'm sure he can give you the override or whatever.
JENNIFER
Yeah, I'm sorry. Unless he can give me the form, I can't give you access to the body.
CHARLIE
But... FBI.
JENNIFER
I understand, dear. But paperwork is paperwork.
DEAN
Of course. Jennifer— uh, it is Jennifer?
JENNIFER
Yeah.
DEAN
Uh, we have been on the road all day, and this is strictly routine, dot the I, cross the T kind of thing. If you could do us a solid..?
JENNIFER
Come back with the signed form, I'd be happy to do you a solid. Until then...
EXT. HOSPITAL - DAY
CHARLIE and DEAN leave the hospital.
CHARLIE
That never happened in the books.
DEAN
Wanna tell me what happened back there, Boo Radley?
CHARLIE
I'm sorry, I froze. I couldn't Ctrl-Alt-Delete my way out. Real life roleplaying is hard.
DEAN
It's okay. We'll come back later when Doris Do-Right isn't here anymore.
CHARLIE
Oh, perfect. Breaking and entering.
DEAN
No different than hacking.
CHARLIE
Beg to differ. One I've been doing since I was a teenager, the other I've done once, with you two idiots walking me through it, and I had my arm broken in the process.
DEAN
What did you hack when you where a teenager?
CHARLIE
Uh, NORAD.
DEAN
Yeah, whatever you say, Wargames. Why don't we go grab some grub while we wait.
EXT. RAILROAD TRACKS - NIGHT
Two GUYS are playing videogames as they walk along the tracks.
GUY #1
Awesome, I got three stars.
GUY #2
So? I'm three levels ahead of you, man.
GUY #1
[noticing something on the ground] Dude, stop.
GUY #2
I can't, I'm just too good.
GUY #1
Dude!
He points down. There's a dead man on the ground, his stomach distended. GUY #1 picks up a fallen branch and tries to poke at it.
GUY #2
Whoa, no, dude. That's a bad idea.
GUY #1
Your face is a bad idea. [he pokes the dead guy's stomach] See? Nothing to worry about.
He pokes some more until the dead man's stomach ruptures, splattering both of them in blood. They scream.
ACT TWO
EXT. RAILROAD TRACKS - LATER
Police have arrived at the scene. DEAN and CHARLIE pull up in the Impala.
CHARLIE
Maybe you should go first this time.
DEAN
Nuh-uh. Back on the horse, kiddo, come on.
They exit the car and walk over to a POLICE OFFICER.
CHARLIE
Hey there. [holds out badge, upright this time] I am Special Agent Ripley, this is my partner—
POLICE OFFICER
Save it. Your other agent's over there.
CHARLIE and DEAN exchange a glance, then walk over to SAM, who had already arrived.
SAM
Took you guys so long?
DEAN
What the hell are you doing here?
SAM
Working the case, same as you. [points in the direction of the body] Jake Hill, librarian. Went missing yesterday, no relation to the other vic. Coroner already swooped in and scooped up what was left of him.
DEAN
Yeah, we met her, bit of a stickler. Well, if there's not a body, there's nothing else to see here, so why don't you head on home?
SAM
Still have to talk to the witnesses.
DEAN
Well, we can handle that. Charlie, why don't you go talk to the witnesses.
CHARLIE
But I don't wanna miss the broman—
DEAN
Charlie. [CHARLIE walks off to where the guys are sitting] Look, man, I know you're frustrated, but you're also sick.
SAM
I'm not leaving, Dean.
CHARLIE
[to the guys] Hey, boys. Special Agent Ripley, FBI, and, stuff. What game you guys playing?
GUY #2
Supereater.
CHARLIE
Underworld Adventures or Dimension Travellers?
GUY #1
Underworld Adventures.
CHARLIE
Nice. So, about that childhood trauma you experienced earlier...
DEAN
I know you wanna help, I do, but—
SAM
Dean, you cannot take care of the both of us. I need to be out here. Play through the pain, right?
DEAN
Come on man, don't quote me to me.
CHARLIE returns.
CHARLIE
So the boys said they noticed something on the body's arm before it covered them in years of future therapy. Said it looked like a blue handprint.
DEAN
Sounds like something you should read about. In a book. At home.
SAM
I'm not leaving until we find out whatever is doing this.
DEAN
Whatever. [stalks off]
CHARLIE
You guys fight like an old married couple.
SAM
Charlie...
CHARLIE
Does this mean we don't have to break into the coroner's office anymore?
SAM
That's a good idea.
DEAN drives off in the Impala.
CHARLIE
Is he leaving? He's leaving!
SAM
That's alright. I stole your car, I think I know where he's going. Come on.
CHARLIE
Cool. Wait, you stole my car?
INT. HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - NIGHT
DEAN enters the morgue. SAM and CHARLIE are already waiting there.
SAM
What took you so long?
DEAN
I stopped for gas. Shut up. Body's in here.
The headlights of a car pulling up outside shine in through the window.
SAM
The hell?
CHARLIE runs off.
DEAN
Charlie. Charlie!
She disappears around the corner for a moment, then reappears.
CHARLIE
It's the coroner. I got this.
SAM and DEAN enter the morgue. CHARLIE enters the coroner's office.
INT. HOSPITAL - CORONER'S OFFICE - NIGHT
CHARLIE
Hello! Hey there. Front door was open.
JENNIFER
Oh. Wha— what are you doing here?
CHARLIE
I, uh... came back, to get a blank copy of that form you asked for.
JENNIFER
The FBI doesn't have chain of custody forms?
CHARLIE
The field office had a power outage. After catching fire. Figured I could just borrow a copy or two?
JENNIFER
Of course. Just gimme a sec.
INT. HOSPITAL - MORGUE - NIGHT
DEAN opens the chamber only to find there's no body in there.
DEAN
The hell? It's empty.
SAM
[flipping through paperwork] Uh... they burned the bodies.
DEAN
Already?
SAM
Yeah, they think it's some kinda like, uh, outbreak scenario. Even got the CDC to sign off on it.
DEAN
These folks run a tight ship.
INT. HOSPITAL - CORONER'S OFFICE - NIGHT
JENNIFER
Here you go.
She hands CHARLIE the forms.
CHARLIE
Great! Perfect. Thank you.
JENNIFER
Well, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do in the morgue.
JENNIFER starts to leave.
CHARLIE
Uh— can I ask you a personal question? I am new to the whole power suit thing, and yours is killer. Where do you get them?
INT. HOSPITAL - MORGUE - NIGHT
DEAN
So does this mean we need to take Silkwood showers now, or is this still a case?
SAM
Yeah, something about that mark the kid saw rings a bell. [snaps photos of the documents] Probably have to check the lore, or maybe Dad's journal.
DEAN
Hurry up.
INT. HOSPITAL - CORONER'S OFFICE - NIGHT
JENNIFER
All you need are three jackets, three pairs of pants, and you're all set.
CHARLIE
So simple, so smart. You should have a blog.
JENNIFER
Okay, I'll get right on that.
She leaves again. CHARLIE runs after her.
INT. HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
CHARLIE
Um, so what about shoes? I can never find the right kind to go with—
JENNIFER
Okay, I'm sorry, but I'm not a stylist.
They reach the morgue, which has been deserted.
CHARLIE
Uh. Well. Thanks for the forms, and the fashion advice. You're the best. Don't go change it. Okay bye.
INT. BUNKER - LIBRARY - NIGHT
SAM
Leviathan.
CHARLIE
No, they consume their prey.
SAM
Well, maybe the vics were Leviathan.
CHARLIE
No black goo on either scene in the coroner reports.
SAM
Dragons, they uh—
CHARLIE
No signs of burns on the vics. [she crosses them off the list on her iPad]
SAM
I hate that thing. (beat) I want one.
DEAN
Wait a second. Djinn.
CHARLIE
Djinn vics don't get liquefied.
DEAN
No no no, not regular Djinn. According to this, there's a bastard offshoot. Uh, their eyes light up blue, they pass as humans, all that regular jazz, except these leave their victims with jelly-like insides, and supposedly, when they poison their victims, they leave behind a blue handprint. [slams his hand on the journal]
CHARLIE
I hate that thing. And I want one.
SAM
So these things die like regular Djinn?
DEAN
Silver blade dipped in lamb's blood, yeah. And now we just gotta find the asshat.
CHARLIE
Alright, well, breakthrough means snack time to me, and I wanna just stretch my legs. I will pick us up some grub, and unlike you, Sam, I will not forget the pie.
CHARLIE exits.
DEAN
She seem a little off to you?
SAM
Since the second she got here.
INT. CHARLIE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
CHARLIE rummages through a box of fake passports and other IDs, cards etc. She opens her laptop and start typing in code. She pauses as she hears a sound, then continues typing. Funds are being transferred from multiple accounts (in the names of Christine E. Le Guin, Annie Tolkien and Susan Asimov) to a Gertrude Middleton.
There's another sound and CHARLIE gets up to investigate. She opens the front door only to find no one's there. When she turns back around, JENNIFER (with Djinn-blue eyes) has suddenly appeared in the room.
