Spoilers For Season 3 Premiere
Sides for the season premiere are up.
The season 3 premiere is called The Magnificent Seven
Sides For Walter
Bobby: (a discussion-over growl) We’re no good dead. We don’t make a move until we know the score.
Sam: Bobby, don’t think that’s an option.
Bobby: Why not?
Sam glances out the window to-
Across the street
Tamara and Isaac. Entering the bar. They’ve clearly been tailing Walter themselves.
Bobby: Dammit.
Int. Dive Bar-Night
Peanut-shells-on-the-floor-kinda place. Neon beer signs, some classic rock on a tinny juke box.
Walter sits at the bar, downing a shot. There’s a bartender, a waitress, a bouncer, three other customers too-but their backs are to us, we don’t see their faces-
Tamara and Isaac. Seemingly casual, they sit at a table in the back. Walter doesn’t notice them.
Beneath The Table
From his jacket, Isaac removes a silver flask, engraved with an ornate cross. A flask of holy water.
Walter
Stands up. Moves to the back hall, presumably to the can.
With Isaac and Tamara. That’s their cue.
Isaac: Pull the car in back. We’ll be right out.
Isaac gives Tamara a charming, rascal’s wink. She smiles. Briefly brushes his hand with hers.
Int. Dive Bar-Night
Walter takes a step forward, a lion moving in for the kill.
Walter: Boy, you really walked into the wrong place.
Off Tamara and Isaac’s very real, very overwhelmed fear, we-
Blackout!
End Of Act Two
Act Three
Int. Dive Bar-Night
Tamara and Isaac. Backing away. Terrified. From-
The Seven Demons. Grinning. Laughing. Enjoying the fear and torment of their prey. (Throughout, though they look like they’re from all walks of life, the Demons should have the dangerous, guffawing, out-for-a-good-time demeanor of a biker gang, or perhaps an outlaw gang in a western).
Bouncer: (clenched with wrath) I say we peel back the skin from their faces, slow, so they feel it.
Hooker: Hold on. I like the girl.
Walter: I wish I had me a girl like that.
The Hooker practically licks her lips, sexy and dangerous.
Hooker: I could think of about a thousand things I’d like to do to her.
Isaac: (his best threat) You’re not gonna lay one filthy finger on her!
Bartender: Temper, Temper. You gotta learn to relax.
The bartender steps through the others. He lays his hand on Isaac’s shoulder. Then holds out a large plastic jug of Industrial-strength drain cleaner.
Bartender: Here. Have a drink on me.
Isaac smirks, like, “yeah right, fuck you.” But then…he takes the jug. Unscrews the top.
Tamara: Isaac??!
The Waitress and The Heavy-Set guy, laughing, grab Tamara, as she struggles and writhes.
(Pages skip)
Bobby: So we’re gonna take a breath and figure out our next move, dammit!
Long beat. Discussion over. Bobby calms. Then, quietly-
Bobby: I’m sorry for your loss.
With that, Bobby heads into the next room. Tamara follows, chastened. Sam and Dean exchange looks-that was a Bobby they’ve never seen-and then they follow.
Int. Empty House-In The Dean-Night
Bobby, then Tamara, then Sam and Dean enter. Walter/Envy just gives them a big fat smile-
Walter/Envy: So. You know who I am.
Bobby: We do. We’re not impressed.
Without hesitation, Dean splashes Walter/Envy with Holy Water from a flask. Walter/Envy smokes. Writhes.
Sam: Now why are you here? What are you after?
Walter/Envy doesn’t answer. Bobby splashes him again. Ouch.
Dean: He asked you a question-what do you want?!
Walter/Envy: (spitting with pain) We already have what we want!
Dean: What’s that?
Walter/Envy: We’re out. We’re free, thanks to you. And now, we’re just having a little fun.
Sam: Fun?
Walter/Envy: Yeah. Fun. Cutting Loose. Getting our rocks off. Some people crochet, others golf. Me, I like to see people’s insides on their outside.
Tamara got a flask of Holy Water herself-she splashes Walter/Envy with it. More sizzling: Smoke! Pain!
Tamara: I’m gonna put you down like a dog, you sick sonofabitch!
Walter/Envy: Please. You think you’re better than me? Which one of you can cast the first stone? What about you-Dean?
Dean reacts-the demon knows him?
Walter/Envy: You’re practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust.
Dean throws a comic side look to Sam-jeez, the guy’s kinda got a point.
Walter: And Tamara? All that wrath? It’s why you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn’t it? Because it’s easier to give in to the rage…then to face what really happened all those years ago…
Crack! Tamara charges forward, cracks Walter/Envy across the jaw with her fist! Again! Obviously, he touched a nerve. Bobby has to pull her back. Sam throws a worried look to Tamara.
Walter/Envy looks up at her, spits blood-
Walter/Envy: My point exactly. You call us sins? We’re not sins, We’re natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but truth is, you’re just animals…horny, greedy, hungry, violent animals. (beat) And you’ll be butchered like animals. The others’ll be coming for me.
Dean: Maybe. But they won’t find you. You’ll be in hell. (then) Send this dick packing.
Tamara lifts a book, the Rituale Romanum, exorcism manual.
Tamara: My pleasure.
Sam, Dean and Bobby exit. Leaving Tamara. She gives Walter/Envy a cruel smile…begins reciting the Latin.
Int. Empty House-In The Main Room- Night
Sam, Dean, Bobby. They stop huddle up.
Bobby: Well Least we don’t gotta worry about hunting them.
Sam: What do you mean?
Bobby: (nods to next room) I think that joker’s right. They’re gonna be hunting us…and they’re not gonna quit easy.
Dean: Look. Why don’t you guys take Tamara, head for the hills? I’ll stay here. I can slow ‘em down at least. Give you a running start.
Sam looks at Dean. Angry, exasperated at his death wish.
Sam: Are you insane!? Forget it!
Bobby: Sam’s right.
Dean: But there’s six of ‘em! We’re outmanned and outgunned! We’ll be dead by dawn!
End Of Sides
Sides For Isaac
Bobby shakes Isaac’s hand. Hale fellow well met.
Isaac: Heya, Bobby.
When Dean’s hand raises up from below camera frame, giving a weary wave.
Dean: (O.S.) Hellooo? Bleeding down here.
Int. Empty House-In The Main Room-That Night
Tamara and Isaac have been squatting here for a few days.
Through the large entranceway, into the den, we see Dean pacing having a conversation on his cell. We don’t quite hear what he’s saying.
In the main room, the walls are covered in articles, sketches, the usual demonic research wall. But also, signs of Hoodoo are everywhere, spread on tables, hung from the ceiling. Black cat bones, jars of powdered barbs, dried roots, etc. See Luckymojo.com for ideas.
Sam inspects the hoodoo paraphernalia. (Bobby and Tamara are in the room, too; Isaac seems to be searching for something.
Isaac: Honey, where’s the Palo Santo?
Tamara: Well, where’d you leave it?
Isaac: I don’t know, dear, that’s why I’m asking.
Sam: Palo Santo?
Tamara: It’s Holy Wood. From Peru. Demon repellent. Works better than salt.
Isaac: Tamara.
Tamara: I swear, you’d lose your head if it wasn’t for me. (beat) Check the box with the snake root.
Isaac: (playful) Thank you, Darling Dearest.
Sam and Bobby smile at the married-couple-banter.
Sam: So how long have you two been married?
Tamara: Eight years this past June.
Isaac moves over to Tamara, plants a kiss on her head.
Isaac: The family that slays together…
Sam: I’m with you there. So how’d you get started, if you don’t mind my asking?
It’s as if an emotional chill overtakes the room. Isaac and Tamara look pained, drop their eyes. Bobby watches them with empathy…whatever the reason is, he seems to know it.
Sam: I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.
Tamara: (Trying to wave it off) It’s alright.
When Dean walks up, breaking the awkward moment, finishing up his cell phone call.
Dean: Well, Jenny, if you’re as pretty as you sound, then I’d like to get an-(“hasty”) Appletini. Okay call you. (he clicks phone shut) So that was the Coroner’s Tech.
Sam: And…?
Dean: Get this---that whole family? Cause of death: dehydration and starvation.
Tamara: What…?
Dean: Yep. No signs of restraint. No struggle or violence. They just sat down and never got up.
Bobby: But there was a stocked kitchen a few yards away.
Sam: What is this, a demon attack?
Bobby: (chilled, stressed) If it is, it isn’t like any I’ve seen before. And I’ve seen a helluva lot.
Dean: So what now? What should we do?
Isaac: Uh. “We’re” not gonna do anything.
Sam: What do you mean?
Isaac: You guys seem nice enough…but this ain’t “Scooby Doo” and we don’t play well with others…
Sam: We’d cover more ground if we worked together.
Isaac: No offense, but we’re not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil’s gate get opened in the first place.
Dean takes a step forward. Temperature rising. Offended.
Dean: No offense?
Tamara tries to defuse the situation before it starts.
Tamara: Isaac. Like you’ve never made a mistake.
Isaac: Locked my keys in the car. Turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though.
Dean: I think that’s enough.
Sam: Guys, this isn’t helping-
But Isaac levels a cool, calm glare at Dean-
Isaac: Look, there’s a couple hundred more demons out there. We don’t know who they are, where they are, what they’ll strike. You brought war down on us. On All of us. (beat) So you’ll forgive me if I’m a touch impolite.
Tamara pulls him out of the room-
Tamara: Okay tough guys. That’s quite enough testosterone for now.
Leaving, Dean, Sam, Bobby. Trading looks. Guilty, troubled looks. Because they know he has a point.
Ext. Empty House-Night
We’re outside the house, looking in at the open window. Bobby steps up, whips the curtains shut.
Across from the house
A gnarled tree throws a thick black, impenetrable shadow. And then..suddenly…a figure steps out of the shadow, into the moonlight. Perfectly stealth.
A beautiful, raven haired young woman. Ruby. She watches the house, thinking unknown thoughts…
Int. Mall- Department store-Night
A strung banner: “Midnight Madness! Half-off Sale!”
(Pages Skip)
Dean thinks on this for a beat. This means more to him than he lets on..maybe Sam is cured of his dark destiny…
Dean: That’s good. (then) Impeccable sense of timing there, Sammy, but still it’s good.
Just then…a radio that’s been softly playing music now degenerates into static.
Sam and Dean exchange looks. This is it.
Dean: Here we go.
Dean and Sam stand. Move to the windows. Peer out the boarded slats…to the driveway below…
POV: but there’s nothing there.
Int. Empty House-In the Main Room-Night
Bobby. Tamara. Also waiting, in the dark, for the inevitable. Exchanging looks. Fingers on triggers.
When, finally… they hear something. But something they weren’t expecting to hear…
Isaac: (O.S) Tamara…Tamara…
Close on Tamara. Reacting to the voice with emotion.
Ext. Empty House-Night
From the shadows of the surrounding trees…Isaac steps into the open, moonlit area in front of the house.
Isaac: Tamara. Help me. Please.
Blackout!
End Of Act Three
Act Four
Ext Empty House-Night
Isaac steps toward the house. Toward the front door. His shirt is stained with dried blood.
Isaac: Tamara. I got away. But I’m hurt bad, I need help.
Int. Empty House-Upstairs room-Night
Sam and Dean watch from above. Tense with alarm.
Isaac: (O.S.) Tamara. Please. Let me in.
Int. Empty House-In One Room-Night
Tamara stands beside the closed front door. Will this affect her? Will she waver? Bobby looks to her, concerned.
Bobby:: It’s not him. One of ‘em’s possessing his corpse.
When…we hear knocking on the door. Isaac is right outside. Inches away.
Intercut With:
Ext. Empty House- Night
Demon-Isaac doesn’t act cruel or harsh. He’s vulnerable. Emotional. Trying to play to Tamara’s soft spot.
Isaac: Baby. Why won’t you let me in?
Tamara. Anguished. Furious. In Hell.
Isaac: You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore…at that lake in Michigan, remember…we swore that we’d never leave each other.
Tamara: (to Bobby pained) How’d he know that? No on knows that.
Bobby: Tamara. Steady.
Isaac: You’re just gonna leave me out here. Just let me die? Well…I guess that’s what you do, Darling Dearest. Like the night those things came to our house…(beat) Came for our daughter. (beat) And you just let her die, too.
That’s it for Tamara. She flings open the door-
Tamara: You sonofabitch!
Bobby: Tamara, No!
But she attacks Isaac, who’s right outside. Maybe even tackling him. Hell hath no fury-no wrath.
Tamara: You’re not Isaac!!
She’s all over him, a furious Valkyrie…but behind her…the open doorway…
Angle on floor. The black dust line’s broken. And now multiple feet charge into the house-
Angle. Five demons. Appearing from either side of the doorway. Striding inside. The breach is broken!
Four disappear into the bowels of the house…but one hangs back-the heavy set guy-Sloth. Because he notices, through the wide entranceway, connecting the two rooms…
Ext. Empty House-In The Next Room
Bobby. Backing away. Until he backs against the wall. Anxious. Nowhere to run.
Sloth grins. Follows. Striding forward, until…
Sloth stops. He can’t take another step forward. Looks up-
He’s standing beneath the Devil’s Trap, scrawled on the ceiling. The one used in Walter’s exorcism. (Walter is gone, by the way, presumably buried somewhere).
End Of Sides