1.14 Nightmare

Dean (voiceover): Previously on Supernatural...
All scenes from 1.01 Pilot until otherwise noted.
From 1.11 Scarecrow, Sam sits up from the bed, at hearing his dad's voice on the cell phone.
Sam: Dad.
John: Sam.
From 1.10 Asylum, Dean and Sam are shining flashlights around in the basement.
John (voiceover from 1.11 Scarecrow): This is bigger than you think. They're everywhere.
From 1.02 Wendigo, Dean is talking with Sam in camp.
Dean: He wants us to pick up where he left off.
From 1.10 Asylum, Dean, with the EMG, and Sam with a flashlight and video recorder, searching the halls of the asylum.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): Saving people.
From 1.06 Skin, Dean and Sam searching the sewer for the shapeshifter, with a pile of skin next to Sam's face.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): Hunting things.
From 1.02 Wendigo, Dean talking with Sam in camp.
Dean: The family business.
From 1.02 Wendigo, Sam talking with Dean in camp.
Sam: I gotta find Dad.
A bright white light.
Jessica is on the ceiling, catching fire.
From 1.05 Bloody Mary, Sam wakes up.
Sam (voiceover from 1.09 Home): I dreamt about
Jessica's body is engulfed in flames as the fire takes over the entire ceiling.
Sam (voiceover from 1.09 Home): Jessica's death before it
White flash.
From 1.09 Home, Sam wakes up.
Sam (voiceover from 1.09 Home): happened.
Dean (voiceover from 1.10 Asylum): You gotta be careful, all right?
From 1.05 Bloody Mary, Jess is standing on a street corner as the Impala is driving by.
Dean (voiceover from 1.10 Asylum): Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on.
White light.
From 1.10 Asylum, Dean and Sam are walking down the halls of the asylum, talking.
Sam: I told you, it's not ESP! I just have strange vibes.
From 1.02 Wendigo, as Sam places flowers on Jessica's grave, her hand reaches up from the ground to grab his wrist.
Sam (voiceover from 1.10 Asylum): Weird dreams.
From 1.05 Bloody Mary, Sam is asleep in the Impala, and wakes up.
Dean (voiceover from 1.09 Home): People have weird dreams, man.
Constance being taken by her children.
Sam (voiceover from 1.09 Home): I have these nightmares, and sometimes
From 1.09 Home, Sam is talking with Dean in the hotel.
Sam (voiceover from 1.09 Home): they come true.
From 1.09 Home, Dean is talking with Sam in the hotel.
Dean: Come again?
Screen goes to black.

"2+2=?" by Bob Seger begins to play. Mr. Miller drives down the street.

Music:

2 + 2 is on my mind 2 + 2 is on my mind Well I knew a guy in high school Just an average friendly guy And he had himself a girlfriend

INT. GARAGE - NIGHT
Jim Miller drives into his driveway and waits for the garage door to open.

Music:

And you made them say goodbye

He then drives into the garage and turns off the engine. A close up of the Michigan number plate MF 6037.

Music:

Now he's buried in the mud Over foreign jungle land And his girl just sits and cries She just doesn't understand So you say...

He turns off the car engine, and the music stops. The garage door starts winding down by itself and he looks at it, confused. His car doors then self lock. He reaches over but cannot open them. The ignition key turns by itself and the engine starts. Exhaust smoke begins filling the garage. Jim struggles to turn off the engine to no avail. The radio flicks on, switching through different stations during the rest of the scene. Jim looks all around the car, unbelieving what is happening. Exhaust enters through the car's vents. Jim begins to cough. He goes back to trying to unlock the doors, then trying to turn off the car. The key breaks off in the ignition. His coughing is getting serious. He looks at the smoke coming in through the vents
Jim Miller: Help.
He places a coat over the vents to try to stop it.
Jim Miller: Somebody help me! Somebody help!
He lays on his back on the seat, kicking the window of the driver's side, but is unable to break it. By now the smoke is very thick and he rolls over. He makes a feeble attempt to unlock the car door once more; a white light suffuses the scene.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Sam startles awake, rolling his head over on his back in confusion. There is a high pitched noise.

INT. GARAGE - NIGHT
The closeup of the Michigan license plate reads MF 6037.
A flash of white light.
Mr. Miller laying on his car seat, dead.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Sam is laying on his back on his pillow, eyes staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure it out.

INT. GARAGE - NIGHT
A flash of white light, of the car in the white-looking exhaust filled garage. This scene is overlaid with Mr. Miller laying on his car seat, dead.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Sam is laying on his back on his pillow, eyes staring up at the ceiling, a worried expression.

INT. GARAGE - NIGHT
A scene of the car in the white-looking exhaust filled garage. This scene is overlaid with Mr. Miller laying on his car seat, dead. Then just a quick flash of Mr. Miller, dead.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
The high pitched noise stops. Sam is confused, and worried. He sits straight up in his bed, suddenly wide awake. He thinks a minute before he glances across to where Dean is sleeping peacefully. Sam sits a moment, then moves into action.
Sam: Dean.
Sam flips on the light switch and shakes his brother.
Sam: Dean.
The moment Dean stirs and moans, Sam rises and starts gathering his things. Dean starts to rub his eyes.
Dean: What are you doing man, it's the middle of the night.
Dean raises himself on his elbows.
Sam: We have to go.
Dean is immediately alert but not alarmed at this.
Dean: What's happening?
Sam: We have to go. Right now.
Sam grabs his bag and walks out. The camera focus on the light on the desk, as the sound of the Impala starts up.

EXT. IMPALA - NIGHT
Headlight of the Impala is shown, with rain coming down. "Lucifer" by Bob Seger begins to play. Camera pans up to show Dean driving, with windshield wipers going.
Sam (voiceover): McCreedy.

INT. OF IMPALA - NIGHT
Sam is on the phone. He is holding a Michigan State Police ID, with a notebook open to a page reading "Michigan MF-6037".

Music:

Cruisin' on the grey snakes 'til my dyin' day Checkin' all the hen houses out along the way

Sam: Detective McCreedy. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven.

Music:

Wastin' time and drinkin' wine Life is short and I ain't lyin'

Sam: Yeah, ok, just hurry.

Music:

Livin' all I can through every day

Dean: Sammy, relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare.
Sam: Yeah, tell me about it.

Music:

You can call me Lucifer If you think you should Now I know I'm good

Dean: I mean it. Y'know, a-a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This licence plate, it won't check out. You'll see.
Sam: It felt different, Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica.
Dean: Well, yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?

Music:

Every night I'm barrel housin' 'til the moon is low

Sam: No.

Music:

Shoutin' blues and payin' dues and throwin' 'way my dough

Dean: No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan.

Music:

Ramblin', gamblin', lovin', shovin'

Sam: I don't know.
Dean: Me neither.

Music:

Probably won't end up with nothin'

Sam: (into phone) Yes I'm here.
He listens, glares at Dean, who's looking back at Sam. Sam picks up his pen.

Music:

But at least I'll reap the seed I sow

Sam: Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address?

Music:

You can call me Lucifer If you think you should

Sam: Got it. Thanks.

Music:

I know I'm good

Sam hangs up. He sighs.
Sam: Checks out. How far are we?
Dean: From Saginaw?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Coupla hours.
Sam looks at Dean, then looks back at the road with a determined look.
Sam: Drive faster.
Sound of the engine getting louder.

EXT. IMPALA - NIGHT
The side of the Impala slowly slides by at the engine roars.
Scene fades out. Music fades out

EXT. JIM MILLER'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Scene fades in behind a bush as the camera slides over for a better look. A police cruiser is parked, and a cop is checking his notebook and closing the door. He heads over towards the garage as the Impala's engines cruise down. The Impala cruises to a stop. The boys are seeing someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag, with a policeman standing next to it. The shot of Dean and Sam, as Sam slightly shakes his head. The coroner finishes zipping up the body bag, and get ready to strap it down. The boys turn to each other in the car; Dean concerned, Sam upset.
The screen goes to black.

NIGHTMARE

EXT. JIM MILLER'S HOUSE- NIGHT
Dean and Sam walk behind the watching crowd. Dean stops next to a random woman. Sam walks behind her, and stands on the woman's other side.
Dean: What happened?
Woman: Suicide. Can't believe it.
Dean gives a look at Sam. Sam looks up at the house.

Credit:

Starring JARED PADALECKI

Sam: Did you know 'em?
Woman: Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seems... seemed, so normal.

Credit:

JENSEN ACKLES

Woman: I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors.
Dean is staring straight ahead.
Dean: Guess not.
Sam: How did... ahh.

Credit:

Guest Starring BRENDAN FLETCHER (Max Miller)

Sam: How are they saying it happened?
Woman: I heard they found him in the garage. Locked inside his car with the engine running.
Dean is staring at Sam. Sam looks up at Dean. She sighs.

Credit:

BETH BRODERICK (Alice Miller)

Sam: Do you know about what time they found him?
Woman: Oh, it just happened about an hour or two ago.
Dean takes his gaze off of Sam, looking at the scene once more. She sighs.
Woman: His poor family. I can't even imagine

Credit:

Producer PETER JOHNSON

Woman: what they're going through.
Alice Miller stands on the front step of the house, crying and leaning against Roger Miller. Max stands behind them, looking distraught.

Credit:

Supervising Producer PHIL SGRICCIA

Sam watches grimly.

Credit:

Co-Executive Producer JOHN SHIBAN

Sam inhales, grimaces, then turns to walk away.

Credit:

Co-Executive Producer KIM MANNERS

Dean notices Sam leave, and follows Sam.

Credit:

Executive Producer McG

Dean: Sam, we got here as fast as we could.
Dean leans back against the Impala's bonnet next to Sam.

Credit:

Produced by CYRUS YAVNEH

Sam: Not fast enough. It doesn't make any sense man.

Credit:

Created by ERIC KRIPKE

Sam: Why would I even have these premonitions

Credit:

Written by SERA GAMBLE & RAELLE TUCKER

Sam: unless there was a chance I could stop 'em from happening?
Dean: I don't know.

Credit:

Directed by PHIL SGRICCIA

Sam looks down, then back up and sighs.
Sam: So what do you think killed him?
Dean turns to face Sam.
Dean: Maybe the guy just killed himself. Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all.
Sam faces Dean, trying to get him to see.
Sam: I'm telling you, I watched it happen. He was murdered by something Dean. It trapped him in the garage.
Dean: Like what? A spirit, a poltergeist, what?
Sam starts getting worked up.
Sam: I don't know what it was. I don't know why I'm having these dreams. I don't know what the hell is happening Dean.
Dean stares at Sam for a long moment.
Sam: What?
Dean: Nothing. Man, I'm just- I'm worried about you.
Sam: Well, don't look at me like that!
Dean looks away.
Dean: I'm not looking at you like anything.
Dean looks back at Sam.
Dean: Though I gotta say, you look like crap.
Sam: Nice. Thanks.
Dean: Yeah, well. Come on, let's just pick this up in the morning, alright?
Dean stands up and heads over to climb in the driver's side.
Dean: Check out the house. We'll talk to the family.
Dean walks over and opens the Impala door.
Sam: Dean, you saw them, they're devastated. They're not gonna want to talk to us.
Dean looks back at the house, considering.
Dean: Yeah, you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to.
Sam: Who?
Dean gives Sam a small smirk.

EXT. MILLER HOUSE - DAY
Dean's right hand, wearing his silver ring, reaches out to ring a doorbell. Cut to close up of Sam's face, his hair slicked back neatly. Sam sighs.
Sam: This has gotta be a whole new low for us.
Dean turns to smirk at Sam, then looks back at the door.
Roger Miller opens the door. The camera pans up to see Dean and Sam are dressed as priests in black suits.
Dean: Good afternoon. I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley. We're new junior priests over at St Augustines. May we come in?
Roger nods. Dean steps over the threshold, smirking back at Sam, before facing Roger again.
Dean: (quietly) Thanks.
Sam: We're very sorry for your loss.
Sam follows Dean inside. Roger closes the front door after Sam.

INT. JIM MILLER'S HOUSE - DAY
Dean: It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed.
Roger interrupts.
Roger: Look, you wanna pitch your whole 'Lord has a plan' thing? Fine. Don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead.
Alice Miller speaks up from behind the boys.
Alice: Roger. Please!
Roger closes his eyes, then excuses himself to leave.
Roger: Excuse me.
Dean and Sam make their way over to Alice, who's been grieving.
Alice: I'm sorry about my brother in law. He's... he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you like some coffee?
Dean: That'd be great.
Alice walks off towards the kitchen. Dean turns to give Sam a look.

INT. LOUNGE ROOM - DAY
Mrs. Miller pours coffee and hands it to a seated Sam.
Alice: It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now.
Dean: Of course. After all, we are all God's children.
She walks away and Dean immediately takes a cocktail sausage from the coffee table. Chewing contentedly, he looks at Sam shaking his head.
Dean: What?
Sam: Just... tone it down a little bit, Father.
Alice Miller returns, sitting on the couch next to Dean.
Dean: So Mrs. Miller, did you husband have a history of depression?
Alice: Nothing like that.
Alice starts to get upset.
Alice: We... had our ups and downs like everyone... but we were happy.
Alice starts to cry.
Alice: I just don't understand... How Jim could do something like this?
Sam: I'm so sorry you had to find him like that.
Alice: Actually, our son Max,
She gestures behind her. Dean looks over and sees Max is sitting in the corner of the dining room, staring into space.
Alice: he was the one who found him.
Sam: Do you mind if-if maybe, I go talk to him?
Alice: No. Oh, thank you, Father.
Sam smiles at Alice Miller, nods, and stands.

INT. DINING ROOM - DAY
Sam approaches Max in the dining room.
Sam: Max? Hey, I'm Sam.

INT. LOUNGE ROOM - DAY
Dean pulls out a kleenex from the table and hands it to Alice. She sniffs, and dabs her eyes.
Dean: Mrs. Miller you have a lovely home. How long have you lived here?
Alice: We moved in about five years ago.
Dean: Hm. The only problem with these old houses, I bet you have all kind of headaches.
Alice: Like what?
Dean: Well, weird leaks. Uh, electrical shortages. Odd settling noises at night. That kind of thing.
Alice: No, nothing like that.
She shakes her head, and sniffs.
Alice: It's been perfect.
Dean: Hm.
Dean thinks a minute.
Dean: May I use your restroom?
Alice: Oh sure. It's just up the stairs.
Dean: Okay.
Dean takes another cocktail sausage, then stands.
Sam (voiceover): So what was your Dad like?

INT. DINING ROOM - DAY
Sam is seated across from Max, who seems sad and out of it.
Max: Just a normal Dad.
Sam: Yeah. You live - you live at home now?
Max: (softly) Yeah. Trying to save up for school, but it's hard.
Sam: So when you found your dad...
Max: I woke up. I heard the engine running.
Max tries to talk, but can't.
Max: I don't know why he did it.
Sam: I know it's rough, losing a parent. Especially when you don't have all the answers.
Sam and Max stare at each other. Max seems lost.

INT. UPSTAIRS - DAY
Dean enters the hallway. Checking that the coast is clear, he pulls an infrared thermal scanner from his pocket and turns it on, shining it into the different rooms as he passes, and sweeping it side to side down the hallway. As he reaches the end of the hall he hears footsteps coming up the stairs and hastily hides the scanner in his jacket. Sam appears from around the corner.
Sam: Anything?
Dean: Zip.
Dean joins him at the top of the stairway, and they start to head downstairs together, Dean pausing to glance into the room before following Sam.

MOTEL

EXT. ESCANABA MOTEL - NIGHT
The sign of the motel, with a deer head on the sign. A red neon "vacancy" is lit underneath, with the word "no" flashing as if it's shorted out. There are small cottages scattered about in the twilight. Crickets are heard.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Dean is cleaning his weapons on his bed.
Dean: What do you have?
Sam pins another paper to the wall full of papers.
Sam: A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built.
Dean: What about the land?
Sam: No graveyard, battlefields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property.
Sam sits on his bed heavily, putting a couple more papers on the side table.
Dean: Hey man I told you, I searched that house up and down. There were no cold spots, no sulfur scent. Nada.
Dean checks the shotgun, before putting it to the side. Sam twists to turn to face Dean.
Sam: And the family said everything was normal?
Dean: Well, if there was a demon or poltergeist in there, don't you think somebody would have noticed somethin'? I used the infrared thermal scanner man; there was nothin'.
Dean has picked up the next gun to put back together.
Sam: So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself? And my... dream was just some sorta... freakish coincidence?
Dean: I dunno. I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house.
Dean has picked up the next gun to clean. Sam starts to rub his temples.
Sam: Yeah. Well, you know maybe, uh, maybe it has nothing to do with the house.
Sam takes a deep breath, scrunching his face in pain. He reaches up to rub his temples more.
Sam: Maybe it's just, uh... Gosh!
Sam is holding both hands to his forehead. Dean looks over at Sam, concerned.
Sam: Maybe it's connected to Jim... in some other way?
Dean: What's wrong with you?
Sam sucks in a breath of pain.
Sam: Ahh! Yeah, my head.
Sam is sinking from the bed to crouch on the floor.
Dean: Sam?
Sam: Uhh!
Dean jumps up and runs around to Sam. Sam is panting with pain, holding onto his head and rocking back and forth slightly.
Dean: Hey.
Dean crouches and grabs Sam's arms.
Dean: Hey! What's going on? Talk to me.
Sam stares at Dean. Suddenly a white light, the blurry scene of their motel room, and then another camera shot of Sam in pain in front of Dean. He looks at Dean with confusion on his face, and the scene of their hotel room flashes again. But Sam flashes out of the motel room and is a fly on the wall, watching Roger enter his kitchen with groceries. Roger opens a beer and goes to drink it. There is a shadow that moves across the way. The window opens by itself. He notices the window is open and walks over to close and lock it. When he returns to unpacking, the lock moves by itself and the window slides open again. Roger looks over at the open window again. He takes a swallow of beer. Setting the beer down, he attempts to close it but it is stuck open. He leans out, twisting to look up at the top of the window. The window slams closed, decapitating him. Blood gushes up over the window. His head rolls into the planter right outside the window. The window has a flash of white light. The wall of their motel room goes in and out of focus a couple of times. Sam refocuses back to Dean in the motel room, panting.
Sam: It's happening again! Something's gonna kill Roger Miller!
The screen goes black.

EXT. IMPALA - NIGHT
The Impala is racing along a country road.

INT. IMPALA - NIGHT
Dean is driving. Sam is talking into his phone.
Sam: Roger Miller. No, no, just the address please. Okay, thanks.
Sam has a grimace of pain, then hangs up.
Sam: 450 West Grove, Apartment 1120.
Dean glances over at Sam a couple of times, worried.
Dean: You okay?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: If you're gunna hurl, I'll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery... ahhhhnnnn...
Sam: I'm fine.
Dean: (quietly) All right.
Sam: Just drive.
Dean: All right.
Sam looks at Dean, sighs heavily, and looks away.
Sam: Dean, I'm scared man. These nightmares weren't bad enough, now I'm seeing things when I'm awake? And these, visions, or whatever, they're getting... more intense. And painful.
Dean: Come on man, you'll be all right. It'll be fine.
Sam: What is it about the Millers? Why am I connected to them? Why am I watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to me?
Dean: I don't know Sam, but we'll figure it out. Okay? We've faced the unexplainable every single day. This is just another thing.
Sam: No. It's never been us. It's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can't tell me this doesn't freak you out.
Dean stares straight ahead for a long moment.
Dean: (deadpan) This doesn't freak me out.
Sam stares at him, then turns away. Dean half glances over, then back to the road. Scene fades out.

EXT. ROGER MILLER'S APARTMENT BLOCK - NIGHT
Scene fades in. The camera is showing the height of the apartments, swinging around to where Roger is carrying groceries. The Impala pulls up as Roger approaches the entrance with the driver's window rolled down.
Sam: Hey Roger!
Dean: Hey, hold up a second.
Roger: What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone.
Sam: Please!
But Roger is gone. Dean guns the engine, hitting the curb as he hurriedly parks. Sam jumps out and runs.
Sam: Hey. Roger. We're trying to help! Please! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Sam runs up to the entrance just as Roger closes the door it behind him.
Roger: I don't want your help.
Roger walks away.
Sam: We're not priests, you gotta listen to us!
Dean: Roger, you're in danger!
Dean looks around.
Dean: Come on! Come on - come on!
Dean runs, with Sam following, around the corner to a back entrance. It is securely locked. Dean quickly looks around then kicks it open. Sam races in, followed by Dean. They then jump to the first level of the fire escape before they run up the stairs. When they are one floor from Roger's apartment, they hear the window slide down and a wet squelching noise. Sam freezes; Dean sprints past him and grabs the railing. Dean checks over the scene. Roger's head lies in the flower bed under the window, his blood all over the kitchen window. Sam joins him, swallowing, making a face. After giving the scene a good looking over, Dean suddenly realizes they've left fingerprints. Dean pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to Sam.
Dean: Here. Start wiping down your fingerprints. Wouldn't want the cops to know we were here. Go! Go! Come on!
Sam grudgingly takes it, and starts wiping the handrail. Dean pulls another handkerchief out.
Dean: I'm gonna take a look inside.
Dean uses his handkerchief to push up the window leading out to the fire escape. Dean climbs in. Sam continues wiping down the metal railing, looking like he's feeling sick.
Dean (voiceover): I'm telling you, there was nothing in there.

EXT. OUTSIDE ROGER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The boys are walking around the corner, headed back to the Impala.
Dean: No signs either, just like the Miller's house.
Sam: I saw something, in the vision. Like a... dark shape. Something was-
Sound of a car horn honking. Automatically Dean holds out an arm to stop Sam from walking out into traffic. Sam stops, glancing over at the car, before turning to face Dean.
Sam: Something was stalking Roger.
A yellow car drives in front of the boys.
Dean: Whatever it was, are you sure it's not connected to their house?
Dean, then Sam, starts crossing the road.
Sam: No, it's connected to the family itself. So what do you think... like a vengeful spirit?
Dean: Well yeah, a few have been known to latch onto families,
The boys open the Impala's doors.
Dean: follow them for years.
Sam: Angiak. Banshees.

INT. IMPALA - NIGHT
They climb in, slamming the doors.
Dean: Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy.
Sam: And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying.
Sam gives out a breath.
Sam: Hey, you think Max is in danger?
Dean: Let's figure it out before he is.
Dean starts the engine.
Sam: Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people.
Dean: What's that?
Sam huffs.
Sam: Both our families are cursed.
Dean: Our family's not cursed. We just... had our dark spots.
Sam chuckles.
Sam: Our dark spots are... pretty dark.
Dean: You're... dark.
Dean puts Baby in gear, and the engine revs up.

EXT. IMPALA - NIGHT
The Impala pulls away from the curb and drives off. Scene fades out.

THE MILLER'S HISTORY

INT. THE MILLER HOUSE - DAY
Scene fades in. There is a lot of food on the dining room table, covered in aluminum foil. Max walks around the corner.
Max: My mom's resting, she's pretty wrecked.
Dean: Of course.
Max leads Sam and Dean in. They are wearing their priests outfits.
Max: All these people kept coming with like, casseroles? I finally had to tell them all to go away. You know, cause nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole.
Sam smiles. Max gestures to the couch where the boys sit, as he sits in a lounge chair. There is a moments silence, then Sam sighs.
Sam: (softly) How you holdin' up?
Max: I'm okay.
Sam: Your dad and your uncle were-were close?
Max: Yeah, I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little.
Sam: But not lately, much?
Max: No, it's not that. It's just... we used to be neighbours when I was a kid, and we lived across town in this house. And Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time.
Sam: Right. So how was it... in that house... when you were a kid?
Max: It was fine. Why?
Dean: All good memories? Do you remember anything... unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe?
Max is looking shaken, but he gives a slight shake of his head and a sick smile.
Max: What do ya... why do you ask?
Dean: Just a question.
Max takes a deep breath.
Max: No, there was nothing. We were totally normal.
A beat.
Max: Happy.
Dean: Good. That's good. Well you must be exhausted.
Dean faces Sam, drops his voice.
Dean: We should, uh, we should take off.
Sam: Right.
Dean: Yeah.
Sam nods his head, then turns to Max.
Sam: Thanks.
Max: (softly) Yeah.

EXT. MILLER HOUSE - DAY
Dean and Sam walk down the drive to the Impala.
Dean: No one's family is totally normal and happy. See when he was talking about his old house?
Sam: He sounded scared.
Dean: Yeah Max isn't telling us everything. I say we go find the old neighbourhood, find out what life was really like for the Millers.
They climb in.

EXT. ANOTHER SUBURB - DAY
A red GMC pickup truck drives by. Sam and Dean stand on the footpath, talking to Kenneth Phillips in his front yard.
Sam: Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?
Kenneth: Yeah, almost 20 years now. It's nice and quiet. Why, you looking to buy?
Sam: No, no, actually, we were just wondering, if, uh, if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe.
Dean: Yeah the Millers. They, uh, had a little boy named Max.
Sam: Right.
Kenneth: Yeah I remember 'em. The brother had the place next door. So uh, what's this about? That poor kid okay?
Sam: What do you mean?
Kenneth: Well in my life I've never seen a child treated like that. I mean I'd hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street. He was - was a mean drunk. He used to beat the tar outta Max. Bruises. Broke his arm two times that I know of.
Sam: This was going on regularly?
Kenneth: Practically every day. In fact that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy but the worst part was the stepmother. She'd just... stand there, checked out, never lifted a finger to protect him. I must have called the police, seven or eight times. Never did any good.
Dean: Now you said stepmother.
Sam looks down, blinking a bit as if his head is starting to hurt.
Kenneth: I think his real mom died. Some sorta... accident. Car accident I think. It -
Sam has his hand to his head and is grimacing in pain.
Kenneth: Are you okay there?
Dean is realizing Sam is having another pain-induced vision. Sam is trying to pull himself together, wincing.
Sam: Uh! Uh, yeah.
Dean is holding an arm out toward Sam.
Dean: Thanks for your time.
Sam is lifting his hands to his head.
Sam: Uh, yeah, thank you.
Sam sucks in a breath, holding his head. They turn to go, Dean supporting Sam.
Sam: Ow. Yeah. God.
They take a few steps, Sam clutching his head. Dean is trying to help Sam climb in the Impala's shotgun seat, when Sam looks up and the world spins. Dean realizes Sam's checking out, and grabs him. Sam is suddenly in the Miller's kitchen, with lots of food on the counter. Mrs. Miller is chopping celery, then gathering it up for a recipe.
Mrs. Miller: I don't know what you mean by that. You know I never did anything.
Max: That's right.
Max walks out of the corner of the kitchen, where he's fighting tears.
Max: You didn't do... anything!
Max is panting. The knife on the counter is shaking.
Max: You didn't stop them, not once!
The knife, shakily, rises into the air.
Mrs. Miller: How did you - ?
Max moves forward, and the knife comes for Mrs. Miller. She gasps, backing into the corner of the archway, staring at the hovering knife.
Mrs. Miller: Max! Please!
Max just stands there, shaking with rage, as the knife slowly moves around Mrs. Miller. She's watching it, gasping and flattening herself against the archway, the knife mere inches away from her eye. She whimpers a few times, as the knife twists itself in the air. She continues to pant, as the knife point reaches to less than one inch of her right eye, before it pierces the tear in the eye.
Max: For every time you stood there and watched, pretending it wasn't happening...
She continues to whimper. The knife continues to hover near her, twisting slightly.
Mrs. Miller: I'm sorry.
Max shakes his head.
Max: No, you're not. You just don't want to die.
The knife is backing up. She sobs, before the knife comes for her. It comes out of the back of her head and impales on the wall behind her, bloody. Max breathes heavily twice, staring at her, then the screen goes to black.

EXT. IMPALA - DAY
The Impala is driving through a neighborhood.
Sam (voiceover): Max is doing it.

INT. IMPALA - DAY
Dean is driving.
Sam: Everything I've been seeing.
Dean: You sure about this?
Sam: Yeah, I saw him.
Dean: How's he pulling it off?
Sam: I don't know, it looked like telekinesis?
Dean: What, so he's psychic, he's a-a spoon bender?
Sam: I didn't even realize it but this whole time he was there. He was outside of the garage when his Dad died, he was in the apartment when his Uncle died. These visions, this whole time - I wasn't connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max! The thing I don't get why, man. I guess - because we're so alike?
Dean: What are you talking about? Dude's nothing like you.
Sam: Well, we both have psychic abilities. We're both -
Dean: Both what? Sam, Max is a monster, he's already killed two people, now he's gunning for a third.
Sam: Well, with what he went through, the beatings. To want revenge on those people? I'm sorry, man, I hate to say it, but it's not that insane.
Dean: Yeah but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family!
Sam: Dean...
Dean: He's no different from anything else we've hunted. Alright, we gotta end him.
Dean pulls over at Max's house.
Sam: We're not going to kill Max.
Dean: Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say 'Lock him up officer; he kills with the power of his mind.'
Sam: Forget it. No way, man.
Dean: Sam -
Sam: Dean. He's a person.
Dean turns off the engine.
Sam: We can talk to him. Hey. Promise me you'll follow my lead on this one.
A long pause, in which Dean is looking at Sam, who's returning his look.
Dean: All right, fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else.
Dean reaches over to the glove compartment, and removes his Taurus pistol. Sam gives him a look, and he glances back at Sam before climbing out. Sam climbs out as well, looking over at Dean.

INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Repeat of earlier scene. Alice is gathering up her chopped celery.
Alice: You know I never did anything.
Max: That's right. You didn't do anything.
The knife is starting to move on the counter.
Max: You didn't stop them, not once!
Dean and Sam burst through the front door.
Alice: Fathers?
Alice is confused. Max is wary. Sam gives them a smile.
Max: What are you doing here?
Dean: Aahh, sorry to interrupt.
Sam: Max, can we, uh... Can we talk to you outside for-for just one second?
Both of the brothers are walking closer, step by step. Sam is smiling at him. Max is suspicious.
Max: About what?
Sam: It's... it's private. Um, I wouldn't want to bother your mother with it. We won't be long at all though, I promise.
Alice and Max look at each other, before Max looks back at Sam.
Max: Okay.
Sam: Great.
Max heads for them. Dean and Sam turn for the door. Max glances back towards Alice. Sam glances back to Alice, before stepping behind Max. As Dean grasps the doorknob he turns back to smile at Max. Max sees the butt of the pistol in Dean's waistband in the hall mirror. Dean starts to pull the door open when suddenly the knob is pulled from Dean's hand and the door slams shut, as does the wooden window blinds all around the room. Max starts to back up.
Max: You're not priests!
Dean draws his gun but Max uses his power to pull it away, sliding it across the floor to where he can pick it up. Dean starts forward, but Sam throws out an arm to hold him back. Max holds the gun on Sam and Dean.
Alice: Max, what's happening?
Max: Shut up.
Alice: What are you doing?
Using his power, Max flings Alice backwards. She hits her head on the kitchen island and falls to the ground unconscious.
Max: I said shut up!
Sam: Max, calm down.
Max: Who are you?
Sam: We just wanna talk to you.
Max: Yeah right, that's why you bought this!
Max indicates the gun.
Sam: That was a mistake all right? So was lying about who we were. But no more lying Max. Okay? Just, please, just hear me out.
Max: About what?
Sam: (quietly) I saw you do it. I saw you kill your dad and your uncle before it happened.
Max: What?
Sam: I'm having visions, Max. About you.
Max: You're crazy.
Sam: So you weren't gonna launch a knife at your stepmom? Right here?
Sam taps his eye.
Sam: Is it that hard to believe Max? Look what you can do. Max, I was drawn here all right? I think I'm here to help you.
Max is crying, looking back at his stepmom, waving the pistol around.
Max: No one can help me.
Sam: Let me try. We'll just talk, me and you. We'll get Dean and Alice out of here.
Dean: Uh-huh. No way.
Sam and Dean look up as the chandelier begins to shake.
Max: Nobody leaves this house!
Sam: And nobody has to, all right? They'll just... they'll just go upstairs.
Dean: Sam I'm not leaving you alone with him.
Dean is giving Max a steely glare, very protective of Sam. The chandelier is continuing to shake.
Sam: (to Dean) Yes, you are. Look, Max. You're in charge here, all right, we all know that. No one's going to do anything that you don't want to do, but I'm talking five minutes here man.
Dean: Sam!
Sam raises a finger to Dean. Max looks back at his stepmom.
Max: Five minutes?
Dean glances up as the chandelier stops shaking.
Max: Go.
Dean moves slowly to Alice. She moans a bit as he rolls her over and checks out her head, then he grimaces as he picks her up.

INT. MILLER HOUSE, LOUNGE - DAY
A letter opener raises on its point.
Sam: Look,
Sam sits on a chair; Max is sitting on the couch. Max stares at the letter opener begins twirling slowly. Sam is talking softly.
Sam: I can't begin to understand what you went through.
Max: That's right, you can't.
Sam: Max. This has to stop.
Max: It will, after my stepmother-
Sam: No. You need to let her go.
Max: Why?
Sam: Did she beat you?
Max is crying.
Max: No, but she never tried to save me. She's a part of it too.
Sam: What they did, to you, what they all did, to you, growing up, they deserve to be punished...
Max: Growing up? Try last week.
Max gets up and lifts his shirt. His chest and side are a mass of bruises, and a few cuts.
Max: My dad still hit me. Just in places people wouldn't see it. Old habits die hard I guess.
Max pulls his shirt down, and sits again.
Sam: (softly) I'm sorry.
Max is breathing heavily, watching the letter opener twirl.
Max: When I first found out I could move things, it was a gift. My whole life I was helpless, but now I had this. So last week, Dad gets drunk. First time in a long time. And he beats me to hell. First time in a long time. And then I knew what I had to do.
Sam: Why didn't you just leave?
He drops the letter opener.
Max: It wasn't about getting away. Just knowing that they'd still be out there. It was about... not being afraid. When my Dad used to look at me, there was hate in his eyes. Do you know what that feels like?
Sam shakes his head slightly and answers quietly.
Sam: No.
Max: He blamed me for everything. For his job, for his life, for my Mom's death.
Sam: Why would he blame you for your Mom's death?
Max leans forward.
Max: Because she died in my nursery, while I was asleep in my crib. As if that makes it my fault.
Sam is looking unbelieving.
Sam: She died in your nursery?
Max: Yeah. There was a fire. And he'd get drunk and babble on like she died in some insane way. He said that she burned up. Pinned to the ceiling!
Sam is in shock. The screen goes black.

INT. MILLER HOUSE, LOUNGE - DAY
Sam is tense, excited, in shock.
Sam: Listen to me Max. What your Dad said, about what happened to your Mom... It's real.
Max doesn't believe what he's hearing.
Max: What?
Sam: It happened to my Mom too, exactly the same. My nursery. My crib. My Dad saw her on the ceiling.
Max: Your Dad must have been as drunk as mine.
Sam: No, no. It's the same thing, Max. The same thing killed our mothers.
Max: That's impossible.
Sam is putting the pieces together.
Sam: This must be why I've been having visions during the day. Why they're getting more intense. Cause you and I must be connected in some way. Your abilities, they started six, seven months ago, right? Out of the blue?
Max: How'd you know that?
Sam: Because that's when my abilities started Max. I mean yours seem to be much further along but still, this-this means something... right? I mean for some reason, you and I... you and I were chosen.
Sam looks at Max, puzzled.
Max: For what?
Sam: I don't know. But Dean and I, my brother and I, we're hunting for your Mom's killer. We can find answers, answers that can help us both. But you gotta let us go Max. You gotta let your stepmother go.
Max thinks, then starts to shake his head. He's crying, and sniffling as he's talking.
Max: No. What they did to me. I still have nightmares. I'm so scared all the time, like... like I'm just waiting for that next beating. I'm just tired
Max stands up and starts for the stairs.
Max: of being scared. If I do this it'll be over!
Sam dashes in front of Max, stopping him.
Sam: Look, don't you get it? It won't. The nightmares won't end, Max. Not like this. It's just... more pain. And it makes you as bad as them. Max. You don't have to go through all this by yourself.
Max looks at Sam for a minute, as if he's considering.
Max: I'm sorry.
Max uses his powers to fling Sam backwards into the hall closet and slam the door.
Sam: NO! Max!
Max looks across and a tall, heavy hutch slides in front of the doors, blocking them. Sam is banging on the doors.
Sam: No. Max!
Sam continues to bang on the doors, as Max heads for the stairway once more.

INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM - DAY
Alice sits on the bed, panting slightly. Dean crouches beside her, holding a facecloth to her bleeding forehead. The door creaks open on its own and Max walks in. Dean rises as the door closes behind Max. Dean moves purposefully toward Max, but he sends Dean flying and crashing into the wall on his back. Alice sees this, before turning to face Max. He pulls Dean's pistol out of his pocket.
Alice: Max!
Dean groans, rolling over. Max raises Dean's pistol, his hand shaking.
Dean: Son of a...
Dean rises with a grunt. He starts to walk over to Max with determined steel in his gaze, as Max slowly drops his hand and the gun is floating in the air, still aimed at Dean. Dean is staring at the gun, as it comes slowly flying across the room towards him, stopping in front of Alice, who is staring at it. It cocks, then turns to point at Alice. She stands up from the bed.
Alice: Max.
Dean makes a move to step in its way.
Max: (warningly) Stay back. It's not about you.
Dean: You wanna kill her, you gotta go through me first.
Max: Okay.
The gun fires. There are whispers heard. Blood splatters over the wall. There is a look of shock on Dean's dead face, before his body crumbles to the floor. The gun is smoking. The camera shows the blood splattered across the walls, until it pans down to show Dean, dead, a trickle of blood running down his forehead, his eyes wide and unseeing. There is a bright white light, that overshadows everything.

INT. DOWNSTAIRS CLOSET - DAY
Sam comes back to himself, gasping.
Sam: Aah. Aah!
He is holding his head in pain. There is another flash of Dean, dead on the floor. Sam pants, then he panics.
Sam: No. NOOO!!!
The heavy hutch in front of the closet doors slides away as Sam screams NO!.
Sam: Ah!
He pants once more, then freezes, as if he realized what he'd just done. Sam then pushes the door with his hand. It swings open.

INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM - DAY
The gun, in midair, turns to point at Alice.
Alice: Max. No.
Dean steps in front of her and the gun turns to point at him.
Max: Stay back. It's not about you.
Dean: You're gonna kill her-
Dean indicates Mrs. Miller with his head.
Dean: You gotta go through me, first.
Max: (softly) Okay.
The door bursts open and Sam comes in.
Sam: No don't! Don't! Please. Please. Max.
Sam calms down, to try to calm Max down.
Sam: Max. We can help you. All right. But this, what you're doing. It's not the solution. It's not gonna fix anything.
Max is a mess, he is shaking, sweaty, in tears. He stares at Sam, anguished. Suddenly he relaxes a little, his face clears.
Max: You're right.
Sam smiles at him, but Max turns away from him, as the gun swings to point at Max. He shoots himself in the head.
Sam: NO!!
Sam stares at Max, his face showing his conflicted feelings. The screen goes black.

INT. DOWNSTAIRS LOUNGE - EVENING
Alice is sitting on couch, in shock. She has a gauze on her forehead where she's bleeding. She's looking up at the cop standing in front of her.
Alice: Max attacked me. He threatened me with a gun.
A paramedic walks behind her. The camera follows him, angling to the side of the cop towards Sam and Dean. The cop indicates Sam and Dean.
Cop: And these two?
She is breaking down in tears.
Alice: They're uh... family friends. I called them, soon as Max arrived. I was scared. They tried to stop him. They fought for the gun.
Cop: Where did Max get the gun?
Sam and Dean look at Alice, who rolls her eyes in bewilderment. She is crying more openly.
Alice: I don't know. He... showed up with it and...
She can't continue, breaking down. Dean glances at Sam. After a bit, the cop puts his notebook away.
Cop: It's all right, Mrs. Miller.
She is sobbing.
Alice: I've lost everyone.
The cop turns to Sam and Dean.
Cop: Okay. We'll give you a call if we have any further questions.
Dean: Thanks officer.
Dean ducks his head.
Dean: Come on.
Dean pats Sam's arm as he walks by. Sam follows Dean out. The camera focuses on Mrs. Miller, who is turning her head sadly to the side, as the Winchesters walk out the front door.

EXT. MILLER HOUSE - EVENING
Sam and Dean walk down the path. Sam starts to shake his head.
Sam: If I'd just said something else. Gotten through to him somehow.
Dean: Don't do that.
Sam: Do what?
Dean: Torture yourself. It wouldn't have mattered what you said, Max was too far gone.
Sam: When I think about how he looked at me man, right before. Shoulda done somethin'.
Dean: Come on man, you risked your life. I mean yeah, maybe if we had gotten there 20 years earlier.
They walk to either side of the Impala. Sam takes a big breath.
Sam: Well I'll tell you one thing. We're lucky we had Dad.
Dean looks astonished and pleased.
Dean: I never thought I'd hear you say that.
Sam: Well, coulda gone a whole other way after Mom. A little more tequila, a little less... demon hunting... and we woulda had Max's childhood.
Dean sniffs.
Sam: All things considered... we turned out okay. Thanks to him.
Dean turns back to look at Max's house, before facing Sam once more. He gives a tilt of his head.
Dean: All things considered.
Dean climbs in the Impala, shutting the door.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
The Impala is parked right outside the door. Sam opens the trunk to place a bag in it, and returns inside the motel room.
Sam: Dean I've been thinkin'.
Dean: Well that's never a good thing.
Dean has crossed the room with some clothes, tossing it on the bed to get ready to pack. He turns his attention to Sam while he folds clothes. Sam is working on packing up papers on the table.
Sam: I'm serious. I been thinkin', why would this demon, or... whatever it is, why would it kill Mom, and Jessica, and Max's mother, you know? What does it want?
Dean: No idea.
Sam: Well, you think, maybe, it was... after us? After... Max and me?
Dean stops packing to focus on Sam.
Dean: Why would you think that?
Sam: I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions, we both had abilities, you know? Maybe-maybe it was, it was after us for some reason.
Dean goes back to packing.
Dean: Sam. If it wanted you, it would've taken you. Okay? This is not your fault. It's not about you.
Sam: Then what is it about?
Dean stops packing to face Sam for emphasis.
Dean: It's about that damn thing that did this to our family. The thing that we're gonna find, the thing that we're gonna kill. And that's all.
Sam drops his voice, and doesn't look at Dean. Dean goes back to packing.
Sam: Actually there's uh... somethin' else too.
Dean: Ah jeez, what?
Sam: When Max left me in that closet... with that big cabinet against the door... I moved it.
Sam clears his throat, packing the computer.
Dean: Huh. You got a little more upper body strength than I gave you credit for.
Sam faces Dean.
Sam: No man, I moved it. Like... Max.
Dean pauses his gathering of clothes and stands still, looking at Sam.
Dean: (quietly) Oh... Right.
Sam: (softly) Yeah.
Awkward silence. Sam turns back to pack. Dean picks up a spoon, holding it out to Sam.
Dean: Bend this.
Sam gets frustrated with Dean.
Sam: I can't just turn it on and off Dean.
Dean: Well how'd you do it?
Sam: I don't know, I can't control it. I just... I saw you die, and it just came out of me, like a, like a punch. You know like... a freak adrenaline thing.
Dean puts the spoon down, picks up black clothes to pack, and heads to the bed where the bag is located.
Dean: I'm sure it won't happen again.
Sam: Yeah, maybe. Aren't you worried, man? Aren't you worried I could turn into Max or something?
Dean: Nope. No way. You know why?
Sam: No. Why?
Dean: Cause you got one advantage that Max didn't have.
Sam: Dad? Because Dad's not here, Dean.
Dean: No. Me. (smirking) As long as I'm around, nothin' bad is gonna happen to you.
Sam does puppy dog look and a tiny smile. Dean slings his bag over his shoulder and walks over toward Sam.
Dean: Now then. I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go.
Sam: Where?
Dean: (deadpan) Vegas.
Dean grins at Sam. Sam tilts his head, looks away, looks back, does bitchface and walks out the door to the car.
Dean: What? Come on man. Craps tables. We'd clean up.
Dean follows Sam to the door and pauses on the threshold. He considers Sam, looking very thoughtful, then turns to pull the door closed.

913 Nightmare - SC 23 - 1:01 RT

INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Scene of a kitchen, with lots of food on the counter. Mrs. Miller is chopping celery, then gathering it up for a recipe.
Mrs. Miller: I don't know what you mean by that. You know I never did anything.
Max: That's right.
Max walks out of the corner of the kitchen, where he's fighting tears.
Max: You didn't do... anything!
Max is panting. The knife on the counter is shaking.
Max: You didn't stop them, not once!
The knife, shakily, rises into the air.
Mrs. Miller: How did you - ?
Max moves forward, and the knife comes for Mrs. Miller. She gasps, backing into the corner of the archway, staring at the hovering knife.
Mrs. Miller: Max! Please!
Max just stands there, shaking with rage, as the knife slowly moves around Mrs. Miller. She's watching it, gasping and flattening herself against the archway, the knife mere inches away from her eye. She whimpers a few times, as the knife twists itself in the air. She continues to pant, as the knife point reaches to less than one inch of her right eye, before it pierces the tear in the eye.
Max: For every time you stood there and watched, pretending it wasn't happening...
She continues to whimper. The knife continues to hover near her, twisting slightly.
Mrs. Miller: I'm sorry.
Max shakes his head.
Max: No, you're not.
Mrs. Miller: Maaaax!
Max: You just don't want to die.
The knife is back at her eye.
Mrs. Miller: Pleeee-ase!
The knife is backing up. She gasps, before the knife comes for her. It pierces her eye, before coming out of the back of her head and impaling on the wall behind her, bloody. A quick scene of Max staring at her, then the screen goes to black.

TWO

INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM - DAY
Max is holding a gun, as he slowly brings it up aim. Dean is across the room, grunting and standing after being thrown against the wall. Dean starts to walk over to Max with determined steel in his gaze, as Max slowly drops his hand and the gun is floating in the air, still aimed at Dean. Dean is staring at the gun, as it comes slowly flying across the room towards him, stopping in front of Mrs. Miller, who is staring at it. It cocks, then turns to point at Alice.
Mrs. Miller: Max. No.
Dean moves to stand in front of Mrs. Miller, as the gun points towards him.
Max: Stay back. It's not about you.
Dean: If you're gonna kill her
Dean indicates Mrs. Miller with his head.
Dean: You gotta go through me, first.
Max: (softly) Okay.
The gun fires, the bullet having gone through Dean's forehead, his blood splattered across the room behind him. There is a look of shock on Dean's dead face, before his body crumbles to the floor. The gun is smoking. The camera shows the blood splattered across the walls, until it pans down to show Dean, dead, a trickle of blood running down his forehead, his eyes wide and unseeing. There is a bright white light, that overshadows everything.

INT. DOWNSTAIRS CLOSET - DAY
Sam comes back to himself, gasping and holding his head. It was a vision. Sam pants a few times, then sees Dean, dead, upstairs on the floor again. He pants a few more times.
Sam: No!
The screen goes to black.