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7.04 Defending Your Life (Transcript)

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ACT ONE
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 8th 9th floor and lets himself in to an apartment, where he leans against a wall panting.
MAN:<br>
== 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): <br>
Sam.
 
SAM presses his right thumb into his left hand, which he cut in [[7.01 Meet The New Boss]].
 
DEAN: <br>
Feels wonky.
 
SAM: <br>
What?
 
DEAN: <br>
Working a regular job.
 
SAM: <br>
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: <br>
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: <br>
You seem good.
 
SAM: <br>
I am. For me. By the way... Thank you.
 
DEAN: <br>
For?
 
SAM: <br>
Amy. I know you didn't want to let her go, but it was the right thing to do. So, thanks.
 
DEAN: <br>
No problem.
 
''INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – DAY''
 
SAM and DEAN show their ID again and duck under another “Do Not Cross” line.
 
DETECTIVE: <br>
Welcome to Crazytown, population -- one dead guy.
 
SAM: <br>
Who was he?
 
DETECTIVE: <br>
Uh, Matthew Hammond. Seems to have been crushed to death.
 
DEAN: <br>
By?
 
DETECTIVE: <br>
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: <br>
It's going crazy.
 
DEAN: <br>
Some kind of ghost?
 
DEAN: <br>
With a license? License to kill.
 
SAM: <br>
Seriously? Huh.
 
DEAN: <br>
What do you got?
 
SAM: <br>
I don't know. Looks like some kind of powder.
 
DEAN: <br>
Sulfur?
 
SAM: <br>
No. Just dirt. Could be "Christine"-like.
 
DEAN: <br>
Ugh. Even possessed cars can't do stairs. It's something spectral.
 
DEAN picks up a token from a bowl of knick-knacks.
 
DEAN: <br>
Check this out. "AA, 10 years." Dead and sober.
 
DEAN tosses the token to SAM.
 
DEAN: <br>
Double crappy.
 
SAM is looking at some papers.
 
SAM: <br>
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: <br>
I'll go find out what Jane's is.
 
DEAN: <br>
I gave up AA for Lent.
 
SAM: <br>
We're not Catholic.
 
DEAN: <br>
Always with the details. AA gives me the jeebs.
 
SAM: <br>
Wow. Shocker.
 
DEAN: <br>
Shut up.
 
SAM: <br>
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: <br>
Matt was a nice guy. Kind of a tortured soul. Join the club. But he just seemed to have a lot going on.
 
SAM: <br>
Any idea what it was? Family, a girl?
 
WOMAN: <br>
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: <br>
When?
 
WOMAN: <br>
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: <br>
Well, do you know what triggered it?
 
WOMAN: <br>
Like I said, he didn't share much.
 
''INT. ‘JANE’S FLOWERS’ FLORIST SHOP – DAY''
 
WOMAN: <br>
May I help you?
 
DEAN: <br>
Uh, yes. I, uh...
 
DEAN holds up his FBI badge.
 
DEAN: <br>
Just had a few questions about a customer of yours, name of Matthew Hammond.
 
WOMAN: <br>
Uh, sure. He's not in trouble, is he?
 
DEAN: <br>
Actually, Mr. Hammond is no longer with us.
 
WOMAN: <br>
Oh. Now it all makes sense.
 
DEAN: <br>
What does?
 
WOMAN: <br>
He came in, couple days ago, paid me three years in advance to keep his monthly delivery going.
 
DEAN: <br>
And where do the flowers go?
 
WOMAN: <br>
A Miss Elizabeth Duren.
 
DEAN: <br>
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: <br>
Here we go. Meet Elizabeth Duren.
 
SAM: <br>
Died at 10. Wow. So, who was she?
 
DEAN: <br>
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: <br>
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: <br>
Let me guess. The neighbor's our tenth-floor pancake.
 
SAM nods.
 
SAM: <br>
At least we know he felt bad. I mean, the flowers...
 
DEAN: <br>
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: <br>
Yeah. All right. Well, regardless, now that we got a decent bead on ghost rider, let's go.
 
DEAN: <br>
What?
 
SAM: <br>
Burn her bones. Put her to rest.
 
DEAN: <br>
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: <br>
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: <br>
All right.
 
The MAN takes out his cell phone and makes a call.
 
WOMAN (V-O): <br>
911. What is your emergency?
 
MAN: <br>
I need help. There's a dog after me...
 
WOMAN (V-O): <br>
What is your address?
 
MAN: <br>
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): <br>
Sir? Sir?
 
The MAN lowers the phone and turns towards the dog.
 
WOMAN (V-O): <br>
Hello? Hello sir, can you hear me?
 
The dog growls and leaps at the MAN, barking.
 
MAN: <br>
No. No!
 
Blood splatters the wall.
 
WOMAN (V-O): <br>
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 ==
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