ACT ONE
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
DEAN is asleep on his stomach.
Starring
JARED PADALECKI
JENSEN ACKLES
As the door opens, DEAN awakens and slips a hand under his pillow for a weapon.
Guest Starring
JAIME RAY NEWMAN
As he turns to look, he sees SAM entering, carrying coffee and pastries.
SAM
Morning, sunshine.
DEAN
What time is it?
SAM
Uh, it's about five forty-five.
DEAN
In the morning?
SAM
Yep.
DEAN
Where does the day go?
DEAN sits up.
BRIAN MARKINSON
DEAN
Did you get any sleep last night?
SAM
Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours.
DEAN
Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial.
SAM
Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV.
DEAN
When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?
SAM
I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal.
DEAN
Yeah, it is.
SAM
Look, I appreciate your concern—
Producer
PETER JOHNSON
DEAN
Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp.
SAM shrugs.
DEAN
Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?
Supervising Producer
PHIL SGRICCIA
SAM crosses the room, sits on the other bed, and hands a coffee to DEAN.
Co-Executive Producer
RICHARD HATEM
SAM
Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you.
DEAN
You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that.
Co-Executive Producer
JOHN SHIBAN
SAM
So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night?
DEAN shakes his head.
SAM
Never? You're never afraid?
DEAN
No, not really.
SAM reaches under DEAN'S pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as evidence.
Executive Producer
McG
DEAN takes the knife back.
DEAN
That's not fear. That is precaution.
Produced by
CYRUS YAVNEH
SAM
All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.
DEAN's phone rings.
Created by
ERIC KRIPKE
He answers it.
Written by
RICHARD HATEM
DEAN
Hello?
INT. OFFICE – DAY, alternating with INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
JERRY
Dean, it's, uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back.
Directed by
ROBERT SINGER
DEAN
Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?
JERRY
No. No. Thank god, no. But it's something else, and...uh, I think it could be a lot worse.
DEAN
What is it?
JERRY
Can we talk in person?
DEAN eyes SAM. SAM eyes back.
EXT. FIELD – DAY
The Impala drives along a road.
INT. HANGAR – DAY
JERRY
Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out.
SAM
Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?
MAN
Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie.
JERRY
Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking. Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?
SAM
Yeah, I was. I'm—taking some time off.
JERRY
Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time.
SAM
He did?
JERRY
Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?
DEAN
He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now.
JERRY
Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?
DEAN laughs.
SAM
No, not by a long shot.
JERRY
I got something I want you guys to hear.
INT. OFFICE – DAY
JERRY
I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley.
JERRY puts a CD in a drive.
JERRY
Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours.
RECORDING
Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! 2485—immediate instruction...may be experiencing some mechanical failure...
There is a loud whooshing sound.
JERRY
Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault.
SAM
You don't think it was?
JERRY
No, I don't.
SAM
Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors.
JERRY
All right.
DEAN
And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?
JERRY
The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage...fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance.
DEAN frowns.
DEAN
No problem.
EXT. STREET – DAY
SAM is waiting by the car outside a Copy Jack. As DEAN exits, an attractive woman enters.
WOMAN
Hey
DEAN
Hi.
SAM
You've been in there forever.
DEAN holds up two IDs.
DEAN
You can't rush perfection.
SAM
Homeland Security?
SAM takes one of the IDs.
SAM
That's pretty illegal, even for us.
DEAN
Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times.
They get in the car.
DEAN
All right, so, what do you got?
SAM
Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder.
DEAN
Yeah?
SAM
Listen.
He plays the tape, which has been edited to pull out a scratchy voice.
VOICE
No survivors!
DEAN
"No survivors"? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors.
SAM
Got me.
DEAN
So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?
SAM
There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers.
DEAN
Mm-hmm.
SAM
Or remember flight 401?
DEAN
Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights.
SAM
Right.
DEAN
Yep.
SAM
Maybe we got a similar deal.
DEAN
All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?
SAM
Third on the list: Max Jaffey.
DEAN
Why him?
SAM
Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did.
DEAN
What makes you say that?
SAM
Well, I spoke to his mother.
EXT. HOSPITAL – DAY
The Impala is parked in front of the gate to a building with a sign out front reading RIVERFRONT PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL.
SAM (voiceover)
And she told me where to find him.
EXT. GARDEN AT HOSPITAL – DAY
MAX is walking with a cane between SAM and DEAN.
MAX
I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security.
DEAN
Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions...
SAM
Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?
MAX
Like what?
DEAN
Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices.
MAX
No, nothing.
DEAN
Mr. Joffey—
MAX
Jaffey.
DEAN
Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?
MAX nods.
DEAN
Can I ask why?
MAX
I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash.
DEAN
Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?
MAX
I...I don't want to talk about this anymore.
DEAN
See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what.
MAX
No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things.
DEAN
He was seeing things.
SAM
It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please.
MAX
There was...this—man. And, uh, he had these...eyes—these, uh...black eyes. And I saw him—or I thought I saw him...
DEAN
What?
MAX
He opened the emergency exit. But that's...that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door.
DEAN
Yeah.
SAM
This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?
MAX
What are you, nuts?
SAM tilts his head.
MAX
He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me.
EXT. STREET – DAY
The IMPALA pulls up in front of a house.
SAM
So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C.
DEAN
Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are.
DEAN and SAM get out of the car.
DEAN
Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight.
SAM
Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form.
DEAN
Does that look like a creature's lair to you?
SAM turns to look at the perfectly ordinary house.
INT. PHELPS HOUSE – DAY
DEAN and SAM sit across from MRS. PHELPS. SAM is looking at a framed photograph.
SAM
This is your late husband?
MRS. PHELPS
Yes, that was my George.
DEAN
And you said he was a...dentist?
MRS. PHELPS
Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that...
SAM
How long were you married?
MRS. PHELPS
Thirteen years.
SAM
In all that time, did you ever notice anything...strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?
MRS. PHELPS
Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean.
DEAN and SAM looks at each other.
EXT. PHELPS HOUSE – DAY
SAM and DEAN come down the stairs out front.
SAM
I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense.
DEAN
A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage.
SAM
Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part.
EXT. SUIT RENTAL SHOP – DAY
Black Sabbath's "Paranoid" begins to play.
DEAN and SAM exit a store, "MORT'S for style", wearing crisp black suits with white shirts. SAM adjusts his collar.
DEAN
Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers.
SAM
No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance.
MUSIC
Finished with my woman
'Cause she couldn't help me with my mind
DEAN looks down at himself.
DEAN
I hate this thing.
MUSIC
People think I'm insane
SAM
Hey. You want into that warehouse or not?
MUSIC
Because I am frowning all the time
DEAN starts the Impala, SAM already sitting shotgun.
INT. STORAGE WAREHOUSE – DAY
They enter the warehouse and show their badges to the SECURITY GUARD, who nods and lets them in. They walk among plane wreckage; DEAN pulls out a device and puts earbuds in his ears.
SAM
What is that?
DEAN
It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies.
SAM
Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?
DEAN
'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.
DEAN grins.
SAM
Yeah, I can see that.
DEAN's grin disappears.
DEAN runs the EMF meter over a piece of the wreckage with yellow dust on it and gets an audible spike.
DEAN
Check out the emergency door handle.
DEAN scratches at the yellow dust and gets some on his hand.
DEAN
What is this stuff?
SAM
One way to find out.
SAM scrapes some of the yellow dust off into a bag.
INT. SECURITY DESK OF STORAGE WAREHOUSE – DAY
Two AGENTS in black suits approach the security desk and show their badges.
SECURITY GUARD
Homeland Security? What, one team of you guys isn't enough?
AGENT
What are you talking about?
SECURITY GUARD
Two of your buddies went inside not five minutes ago.
The second AGENT looks at the first.
INT. STORAGE WAREHOUSE – DAY
The AGENTS and several SECURITY GUARDS bust in, guns drawn, and search. SAM and DEAN hear them coming. The AGENTS and GUARDS see nothing.
EXT. STORAGE WAREHOUSE – DAY
SAM and DEAN peer around a corner and walk out casually. An alarm blares, and they run to the gated exit. Pulling off his suit jacket, DEAN throws it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence, and they climb over. He grabs the jacket.
DEAN
Well, these monkey suits do come in handy.
DEAN runs off. SAM follows.
INT. AIRPORT – DAY
CHUCK is sitting nervously in a chair. His COPILOT is giving him a pep talk.
COPILOT
Listen, Chuck. It's like getting back on a horse. Only in this case, a little twin engine. Not even a horse, more like a pony. I'll be right there with you too. Anytime you feel like you don't want the wheel, I'll take over. Look, Chuck, we don't have to do this today. I'm not trying to rush you.
CHUCK
No, the...the waiting is worse.
The COPILOT glances over his shoulder.
COPILOT
Okay, they're filling up the tank. Then we go.
The COPILOT gets up and leaves. CHUCK takes a drink of coffee. Behind him, a cloud of black particles exits a vent and rushes into CHUCK'S eyes.
INT. JERRY'S OFFICE – DAY
JERRY looks at the yellow stuff through a microscope; what the microscope sees is replicated on a screen.
JERRY
Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur.
SAM
You're sure?
JERRY
Take a look for yourself.
Banging sounds from outside the office.
MAN
You effin' piece of crap...
JERRY
If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire.
As JERRY leaves, DEAN goes over and looks into the microscope.
JERRY
Hey. Einstein. Yeah, you. What the heck you doing? Put the wrench down—
DEAN
Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue.
SAM
Demonic possession?
DEAN
It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch.
SAM
If the guy was possessed, it's possible.
DEAN
This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?
SAM
You ever heard of something like this before?
DEAN
Never.
EXT. AIRPORT TARMAC – DAY
The COPILOT is waiting by a small plane; CHUCK, looking cheerful and relaxed, approaches.
CHUCK
I'm ready. Let's do this.
The COPILOT, confused, laughs and follows CHUCK to the plane.
INT. PLANE IN FLIGHT – DAY
COPILOT
How you feeling?
CHUCK
I feel great.
COPILOT
You'll be back flying jumbos before you know it.
CHUCK
I hope so. How long we been up?
COPILOT
Uh...almost forty minutes.
CHUCK
Wow. Time really does fly.
CHUCK suddenly dives the plane towards the ground.
COPILOT
What are you doing?
CHUCK elbows the COPILOT in the face. CHUCK's eyes are black.
EXT. ROAD – DAY
A tractor is trundling by as the plane suddenly appears, crashing into a telephone pole and then the ground.