A CRUEL WORLD, Episode 22

[Dean5339]

FADE IN:

EXT. WESTERN STATE PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL-NIGHT

Steilacoom, Washington

Open to an Establishing Shot of the hospital. The rain is pouring down heavily and thunder can be heard rumbling in the sky.

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR

We move through the corridor, the elevator door to the left opens; a MAN walks out, we track his shoes as he walk up to the main desk. The young nurse on duty (KARA CLAYBOURNE, 23 years old, blonde, slight attitude) sits at her desk, bored, reading a “gossip” magazine. Behind her we can see a series of monitors showing various patient's rooms. The man stops at the desk. Kara looks up.

KARA
Can I help you?

We see the man; he is old, thin, and graying. He is carrying a bouquet of flowers.

MAN
I'm visiting a relative, my niece. I called ahead. MR. HINGLE
(beat)
PATRICK.

KARA
(looks at the computer screen)
You're cutting it pretty fine. Visiting hours are almost over, Mr. Hingle.

Patrick nods.

PATRICK
I apologize, I won't be long.
(beat)
Promise.

Kara sighs, looks down at the patient list.

KARA
Who are you visiting?

PATRICK
Charlotte St. James.

Kara looks up, surprised.

KARA
Charlotte?!

PATRICK
Yes. Is that a problem?

KARA
No, it's just that...she's catatonic, hasn't spoken a word or moved from her bed since she was admitted over a year ago.

PATRICK
(smiles)
I know. Such a shame.

KARA
She's in room 12, just down the corridor to your left.
(gets up)
Follow me.

She leaves her station, Patrick smiles and follows her.



We close up on one of the monitor screens behind the desk. In it we see a young woman laying still on a bed, her arms and legs in restraints. The screen flickers violently as we see Patrick enter the room.

INT. ROOM 12

Patrick is standing over the girl on the bed, CHARLOTTE ST. JAMES a young woman, 18 years old with long jet black hair and a pale complexion. Her eyes are vacant, she doesn't react to Patrick or Kara's presence. She is strangely beautiful. Under her covers she is dressed in a white patient's nightgown. Patrick notices the restraints.

PATRICK
Is she dangerous?

Kara is stood in the doorway.

KARA
It's more of a safety measure. When she was brought in she was violent and delusional, screaming for everyone to shut up. Attacked one of the Orderlies before we could restrain her, gave him a bad concussion. Since then...we just don't want to take any chances, you know?

He nods, smiles.

PATRICK
Poor girl.
(to Kara)
Could I have a moment alone?

KARA
(nods)
Sure. If you need me just hit the door comm.

Patrick smiles.

PATRICK
Thank you .

Kara nods and exits the room, closes the door behind her.

Patrick looks down at Charlotte, a thin smile stretches across his lips.

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDER

Kara walks back to her desk. We track her as she goes, sits back at her station and goes back to her magazine.

Close up on the monitor to Charlotte's room, the screen is normal then-silent static! Kara doesn't even notice.

A young Orderly (RICHY DONALDSON, 24, brash, confident) walks over to the desk, smiles and winks at Kara.

RICHY
Hey Sexy.

Kara looks up and smiles.

KARA
Hey You.

RICHY
So, I've got to go and grab some blankets from the supply closet...
(suggestive)
Fancy giving me a hand? Those blankets are pretty heavy.



KARA
(leans in closer)
I thought you were a “big strong man”?

RICHY
(leans in closer)
I thought you could read “between the lines”?

KARA
Oh I can, I'm just playing “hard to get.”
(whispers)
I'm not very good at it.

They laugh, are about to kiss then-

SMASH! The sound of broken glass!

RICHY
(startled)
What was that?

Close up on Kara's face, shocked.

KARA
...Room 12!

She turns to the monitor-static!

KARA
What the..?

The two of them run down the corridor-

CUT TO:

INT. ROOM 12

They open the door to Charlotte's room.

KARA
(hands over her mouth in shock)
Oh my God!

POV. KARA

The flowers have been thrown and scattered on the floor, the window has been smashed through completely. She looks down at Charlotte-the same as before, no movement-nothing, save for the slight ghost of a smile-then it's gone.

Richy walks over to the window, looks down.

RICHY
(Shocked)
Oh...man!

POV. RICHY

We see Patrick lay out on the concrete floor, face down, blood slowly seeping from his cracked skull-dead.

EXT. HOSPITAL GROUNDS

We Pan down through the pouring rain to a close up of Patrick's face. His eyes are red and glazed, as though he's been crying!

RICHY (O.S.)
Call an Ambulance! Hurry!

Hold on a close up of Patrick's face then-



FADE TO: BLACK

“A CRUEL WORLD”

FADE IN:

INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY

POV. UNKNOWN

We open to a blurry image of the hospital hallway, but this time it's different: The lights are flickering overhead, the walls are smeared with streaks of red blood, and a young woman dressed in a white, ragged hospital gown is crawling along the floor towards us. Behind her we can make out two dark silhouettes slowly walking closer.
We look down to the ground to see the girl looking right at us-It's Charlotte!

CHARLOTTE
(pleading, terrified)
Help me!



FLASH CUT:

INT. MOTEL ROOM-NIGHT

The image shifts away to reveal the view of the motel's dank ceiling and the sound of a few cars passing by bleeds in from the outside,

Pull back to reveal: SAM WINCHESTER, laying in bed, looking panicked-it was a vision!

SAM
(startled)
Dean...DEAN!

Pan over to the next bed where we see DEAN WINCHESTER buried under the covers slowly stirring.

DEAN
(sleepy)
...Ugh?

SAM
Dean, I had a nightmare!

Dean, groggy, sits up in bed and looks over at Sam.

DEAN
What do you want me to do about it? Fix you some coco and tell you scary monster aren't real?
(rolls over and lies back down)
You're too old for that, Sammy, and you already know it's crap.

SAM
No, Dean. I had a vision!

DEAN
(turns back to Sam)
Now why the hell didn't you just say that in the first place?

SAM
Dean, you should by know how serious these...nightmares are.

DEAN
Yeah, okay. Like last week, hm? Remember? You dreamt you were being chased by the Banana Splits, now-I'd gladly hunt down Drooper and pop him full of lead given half a reason-but that was just that, Sam…
(beat)
a nightmare.
(beat)
You need to be more specific in future.

SAM
(shakes his head)
Okay then. I had a vision, where I saw a young girl in a hospital desperately trying to get away from something chasing her.

DEAN
(unimpressed)
That's it?
(rolls over)
We'll pick it up in the morning.

SAM
(beat)
She was pretty hot.

Dean jumps out of bed and heads over to the bathroom, wearing his boxers and an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt.

DEAN
Okay, I'll grab a shower while you hit the research.

Dean walks out of frame, close up on Sam, a sly grin crosses his face.

EXT. “5 ACES MOTEL”-NIGHT

An establishing shot of the motel as it's neon sign flickers with the humming sound of electrity.

CUT TO:

INT. MOTEL ROOM

Dean is now sitting over the side of the bed, putting on his boots.

DEAN
Find anything?

Move over to Sam, who is sitting at the table by his laptop, as the light from the screen illuminates against his face.

SAM
Not yet.

Close up on the laptop screen as Sam clicks on one of the Google news links the screen displays an article with the headline “Murder or suicide? Man falls to his death from a third floor window at Steilacoom Psychiatric Hospital.”

SAM
That's interesting.

DEAN
Let me guess, Lindsey Lohan stumbled out of another nightclub again while going “commando”?



SAM
(smiles)
No, this article. Apparently some guy jumped from a window at a Mental Hospital in Washington State and died on impact.

DEAN
What do you expect, Sam? It's a nut house, guy was probably missing a few screws and thought he was Superman or something.

SAM
(scrolls down the article)
No, he wasn't a patient, he was visiting someone.

POV. SAM

Looking at the laptop screen, scrolls down to a photo of Charlotte.

SAM
Oh my God!
(to Dean)
That's her! That's the girl of my dreams...nightmares-visions-whatever.

Dean moves over to the table.

POV. DEAN

Close up on Charlotte's photo.

DEAN (O.S.)
That's her?

SAM
Definitely.

DEAN
(tilts his head slightly)
Well...she's kinda cute I guess…

Sam has gotten up and walked over to the bed. Begins packing his bag.

SAM
How far to Steilacoom?

DEAN
Wha-wait a sec, hold up.

SAM
We don't have time, Dean. Whatever killed that man, there's a chance it could go after her next!
(beat)
We've got to get to her first.

Dean just stares at Sam for beat.

SAM
(puts down the bag)
What?



DEAN
Nothing you just…
(beat)
You seem pretty sure.

SAM
(picks up his bag)
I am,
(slings his bag over his shoulder)
and if I saw her in a vision, then she must be in danger.

Dean just nods

Music cue - “White Room” by Cream

CUT TO:

EXT. ROAD-DAWN

The Impala drives down along the road, as the Sun begins to slowly rise in the sky.

CUT TO:

EXT. STEILACOOM PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL-DAY

The Impala drives in and out of frame towards the parking lot at the main entrance.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. MAIN RECEPTION

Sam and Dean enter through the main doors into the reception area. Both the boys are smartly dressed in suits. They approach the main desk where a middle-aged NURSE is on duty.

SAM
Hi there.

NURSE
Can I help you gentlemen?

SAM
Uh..yeah.
(pulls ID badge from pocket)
I'm Agent Bruce, this is Agent Clapton. We're FBI.

Dean smiles.

DEAN
Hey.

The nurse smiles at them.

NURSE
(to Dean)
Clapton huh? Wow, just like the guitarist?

Dean laughs.

DEAN
Yeah, that's right. Sure made High School that little bit less bearable.

NURSE
Aww. Kids can be so cruel.

DEAN
Well, hey, it's a cruel world.

NURSE
Sure is. Anyway, how can I help you boys?

SAM
We're here helping on the investigation into the death that occurred three nights ago.

The nurse frowns.

NURSE
I see.
(beat)
Terrible thing.

DEAN
Of course.
(beat)
We've been sent down to check out the crime scene, if you could…

NURSE
..Oh sure
(gestures down the hall)
Take the elevator up to the third floor, turn left and follow the corridor down to room 12, opposite the fire escape.
(beat)
You can't miss it.

SAM
Thank you.

Dean and Sam get into the elevator.

CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR, THIRD FLOOR

Dean and Sam step out of the elevator and turn out onto the main corridor.

POV. DEAN

At the far end of the corridor we see a few scattered reams of yellow 'crime scene' tape.

DEAN
Guess it's just down here then.

SAM
Yeah, guess so

They begin to walk down the corridor.

POV. SAM

Looking at the corridor's grey wall.

FLASH CUT:

The wall is now smeared with streaks of blood from the vision.

FLASH CUT:

The blood is gone. Everything looks normal.

Sam winces slightly.

DEAN
You okay?

SAM
Yeah, I think so.

They approach Kara's station. Kara looks different: tired, scared, she is transfixed to the monitors and doesn't even notice Sam and Dean.

DEAN
Excuse me, Miss?

KARA
(turns to the boys)
Yes?

DEAN
We're Federal Agents, ma'am. We're investigating the death that occurred the other day.

SAM
Were you working here when it happened?

Kara nods.

KARA
Yeah. The guy-Mr. Hingle, I think that was his name-came to visit Charlotte, said she was his niece.



DEAN
What happened?

KARA
I-I led him to her room and he asked to be alone for a moment. I went back to my desk and talked with Richy-my boyfriend-for a few minutes.
(eyes welling slightly)
The next thing we hear this...huge smash...and I look at the monitor and it's just static.

SAM
If this is too painful we can come back later-

KARA
(shakes head no)
No-no. I'm okay. We went to the room and opened the door, and the window was smashed through! Richy went over to the window and saw Mr. Hingle on the ground below. I just looked at Charlotte and she...
(tearful, scared)
…she looked completely unfazed but...I thought I saw her smile-just for a second!

DEAN
Do you think Charlotte killed him?

KARA
No, she couldn't have. She was in her restraints, and since she's been here she's been catatonic the whole time, just lies in her bed not moving, not reacting to anything.

DEAN
I see.
(beat)
Well, you've been more than helpful Miss...

KARA
Claiborne.

DEAN
(smiles)
Miss Claiborne.
(to Sam)
I'm going to give the crime scene the once over.
(to Kara)
Miss Claiborne, my partner here is going to need all the information you have on Charlotte St. James; Doctor's reports, medical files, everything.

Kara nods.

KARA
I'll take you to the Chief of Staff, he'll have to authorize this first.

SAM
Sure thing.

Kara leads Sam down the left junction out of frame, while Dean heads to room 12.

INT. SECOND CORRIDOR

Kara is leading Sam down the corridor, passing various patient's rooms with locked doors.

SAM
At some point I'd like to meet with Charlotte if that's okay?

KARA
(nods)
Sure. Her room's just down here.
(beat)
Is she a suspect?



SAM
It's too early to say yet, technically she was the last person to see Mr. Hingle alive so..procedure, you know.

KARA
(nods)
Of course, sure.

SAM
(looking at the various locked doors)
So how long has Charlotte been a patient here?

KARA
About a year and half now. Her father admitted her.

SAM
(interested)
Really?

KARA
Yeah
(beat)
kind of sad really.

SAM
Why?

KARA
(wipes her eyes)
Well, let's just say Charlotte didn't exactly have the happiest life.

They stop in the corridor.

KARA
When she was brought in, her body was covered in bruises and needle marks, she'd been living rough for some time.

SAM
Poor girl.

Kara nods.

KARA
So when she was found on the streets and brought here we could only hold her for a certain amount of time, so when she settled down and her father showed up, we assumed he'd take her back home.
(beat)
Do you know what he did?

Sam shakes his head no.

KARA
(disgusted)
He told us to keep her here! He didn't want her back, didn't want anything to do with her and since she was by that time an invalid, who couldn't look after herself, we had no choice.

Kara opens a door and moves to let Sam through.

KARA
She's been here ever since.

POV. SAM

Looking in the room he sees Charlotte lay on her bed, still in her restraints, still with that same vacant stare.

CUT TO:

INT. THIRD FLOOR MAIN CORRIDOR

Dean flashes his credentials to the cop on duty, who nods and lets him through.

INT. ROOM 12

Dean closes the door behind him and takes an EMF reader out of his inner pocket.

DEAN
Okay, lets see what's makin' the crazy house so crazy.

He moves the EMF to different parts of the room, getting no readings. As he moves out of frame we see Charlotte!



She is standing right behind him! She is dressed in her hospital gown, face pale, eyes dark and sunken watching Dean. Her look is somewhere between curious and murderous!

[Dean5339]

Please note that after this episode we are taking a ONE TO TWO WEEK BREAK.

This is a really good episode- although uncomplete with pics- that just hints at all that is coming in our epic conclusion that spans over about four episodes!!!

So stay tuned, things are just heating up.

[irisheyes]

OK, now I'm curious. What's up with Charlotte?
Can't wait to find out!!!

[Oceane]

What a start. Riveting and so suspenseful. Can't wait for more.

[supernaturalsam]

Great opening! Charlotte definitely has me spooked for sure!


I cannot wait until tomorrow!!!

[BandityG.]

Brilliant beginning, I can't wait to read part two

[Dean5339]

FADE IN:

INT. ROOM 12

Dean is still moving the EMF around the room unaware that he's not quite alone.

Suddenly the EMF gets a reading!

DEAN
Hmm?

Over his shoulder we see the form of Charlotte slowly, eerily glide backwards, out of the room, passing right through the closed door as Dean turns around and sees-

POV. DEAN

Nothing.

DEAN
(curious)
...huh?

INT. CHIEF OF STAFF'S OFFICE

Thump!

A Pile of records are dropped onto a neat and tidy desk.

MAN (O.S.)
That's everything

Pull back to reveal Sam sitting at the desk of DOCTOR HOLDEN, a stern-looking man in his late forties.

SAM
Thank you.

Holden sits down at his desk, opposite Sam.

HOLDEN
Just as a warning, Agent, it makes for pretty grim reading.



Sam picks up the documents and begins thumbing through them.

SAM
So I've been told.
(looks up at Holden)
What do you think happened?

Holden shuffles in his seat, nervous.

HOLDEN
Off the record?

Sam nods.

Holden leans back in his chair, takes a breath.

HOLDEN
In all my years as a doctor, and we're talking over 20 years now, I've never been more unsettled by a patient than I have with Charlotte.

SAM
What do you mean 'unsettled'?



HOLDEN
It's hard to describe-

CUT TO:

INT. HALLWAY

As we move down the hallway, a cluster of whispers can be heard coming from all around us though we cannot make any single sentences.

INT. CHARLOTTE'S ROOM

We slowly move towards Charlotte's bed, the whispers continuing.

HOLDEN (CON'T) (V.O.)
You see, with most patients in her state, there is nothing there anymore, just an empty vessel.

We close up on one of her arms held in restraints at the wrist, pan up to her shoulder. The whispers are getting more intense now.

HOLDEN (CON'T) (V.O.)
But...Charlotte is...different, it's like she's...aware of you-I mean she doesn't respond, doesn't move or react to external stimuli but-

From a high shot we angle down on Charlotte's face. She's peaceful, eyes closed-sleeping. The whispers are becoming harsher, building to a crescendo of voices.



HOLDEN (CON'T (V.O.)
I know she's aware of what's going on around her, she's just doesn't show it.

Charlotte's eyes snap open. The whispers have stopped.

EXT. HOSPITAL ENTRANCE-DAY

Dean and Sam are walking away from the hospital back towards the Impala.

DEAN
So how'd it go?

SAM
Well, from what I've gathered a lot of people in that hospital are afraid of Charlotte or at least unnerved by her. I've also got her entire patient record here so we've got plenty of reading to get through.
(beat)
How about you, turn up anything?

DEAN
Kinda.

SAM
(confused)
Kinda?

DEAN
That room...it gave me the creeps big time.

SAM
Did the EMF pick anything up?

DEAN
Yeah, but I'll be damned if I knew what. There were no cold spots and no real areas that would cause an EMF reading but, for a few seconds it just 'spiked' then went normal again.

SAM
Weird.

DEAN
Yeah, and I'll tell you something else: for a second, I felt like I was being watched.
(beat)
I felt cold, like...

SAM
Somebody walked on your grave?

DEAN
Exactly.

Sam shifts through the documents and pulls out one in particular.

DEAN
(unlocks the driver's side door)
So what now?

Sam moves round to the passenger's side, reading the sheet of paper.

SAM
(looking at the sheet)
I say we pay Mr. Stephen St. James, of 43 Delemere Hill, a visit.

Sam shows Dean the piece of paper with the address and details of Charlotte's father.

Dean smiles and the two of them get in the car.

CUT TO:

EXT. ST. JAMES RESIDENCE-DAY

Dean and Sam exit the car and head up to the house set back from the road.

DEAN
So what are we expecting to find here?

SAM
Well, from nurse Claiborne’s description: A cold, heartless son of a bitch who left his daughter to rot in a mental hospital.

DEAN
(nods)
Deadbeat dad. Gotcha.

They knock on the door. A man in his mid forties answers, he is smiling and carrying a little girl in his arms.

MAN
Can I help you?

Dean and Sam are surprised. They produce their badges.

SAM
Hi, we're looking for a Stephen St. James?

The Man smiles.

MAN
You've found me.

DEAN
We...ah, we'd like to ask you some questions if that's okay?

STEPHEN
(nods)
Sure. Come on in.

INT. LIVING ROOM

There are toys scattered all around the room and furniture.

Dean and Sam take a seat on the couch while Stephen sits in an armchair, puts down the little girl.

STEPHEN
(to the girl)
Ellie, why don't you go upstairs and play with your brother?

ELLIE
(nods, grinning)
Okay.

Ellie runs out of the room, pretending to be an airplane.

ELLIE (O.S.)
(shouting)
Weeeeeee..

DEAN
(smiling)
Cute kid.

STEPHEN
Thanks.
(beat)
She's the apple of my eye.

SAM
So how many children do you have, if you don't mind me asking?

STEPHEN
Oh not at all. Just the two: Ellie and her little brother George.
(beat)
What's all this about?

SAM
The other night, there was an incident at Steilacoom Psychiatric Hospital.

Stephen's face changes to a dark frown.

SAM (CON'T)
Involving a patient by the name of Charlotte St. James.

Stephen leans forward, puts his hands to his mouth then looks up at the boys.

STEPHEN
Go on.

DEAN
The other night she was visited by a Mr. Patrick Hingle.
(beat)
That name ring any bells?

STEPHEN
(nods)
My step-brother.
(beat)
What's happened?



DEAN
He's dead.

Stephen is shocked.

STEPHEN
Dead! How?

SAM
We don't know yet, but we do know that he was visiting you daughter before-

STEPHEN
(angry)
SHE'S NOT MY DAUGHTER!

Sam and Dean are silent.

Stephen looks flustered.

STEPHEN
I-I'm sorry.

DEAN
But you admitted her, told them to keep her there, right?

Stephen gets up and walks over to a picture above the fireplace. He picks it up.

POV. STEPHEN

In it we see his wife, two children and himself, smiling happily.

STEPHEN
I know what you're thinking: scumbag father abandons his daughter and selfishly runs off to start a new life.

SAM
Sir, no one's saying that.

Dean shoots Sam a “You did” look.

STEPHEN
(still looking at the picture)
Well, you'd be half right if you were.

He turns back to Sam and Dean.

STEPHEN
Charlotte is-was my first child.
(beat)
I remember when she was born, me and Johanna-my first wife, we were so happy.

DEAN
But something changed?

STEPHEN
(eyes slightly glazed)
Something happened.

Stephen slumps back down in his chair.

STEPHEN
A few months after Charlotte was born, Johanna...passed away.

SAM
She died?

STEPHEN
If you could call it that.

DEAN
(intrigued)
What do you mean?

STEPHEN
It was like...a bad dream. I woke up in the middle of the night and I could hear Charlotte laughing through the baby monitor, but it was all...distorted.

Close up on Dean and Sam's faces, they know how this story ends.

STEPHEN (CON'T)
I went across the landing to the Nursery and I see Charlotte in her crib smiling at the ceiling.
(tearful)
I look up and...there's Johanna! Pinned to the ceiling, her stomach sliced open and then...the fire! Oh God the flames.

Dean and Sam are hanging on every word.

STEPHEN (CON'T)
The fire it just seemed to consume her, like it was alive.

SAM
What did you do?

Stephen looks up at the boys.

STEPHEN
I grabbed Charlotte and I ran out of the house to the neighbors for help.
(beat)
That was around 18 years ago now, and to this day it still gives me nightmares.

SAM
Mr. St. James…

STEPHEN
Please, call me Stephen.

SAM
Stephen, at the hospital they told us that Charlotte had been living rough for some time.
(beat)
Did you throw her out?

STEPHEN
Worse. I gave her up.

DEAN
Why would you do that?

STEPHEN
Charlotte was...beautiful, just like her mother but I...
(beat)
I couldn't stand to look at her, because every time I did I saw Johanna and I...I couldn't bear it.

SAM
You blamed Charlotte for your wife's death?

STEPHEN
(nods)
What kind of father does that make me?

DEAN
(stern)
A bad one.

Stephen looks at Dean, half-shocked, half accepting the truth of his words.

STEPHEN
Yeah.

SAM
Who raised her?

STEPHEN
Patrick.
(wipes eyes)
I gave her to Patrick when she was 3 years old. I didn't want anything to do with her, I couldn't even stand to be in the same room as her. I thought it would be for the best if we were apart.

DEAN
Well I think we've heard enough. Thank you for your time.
(beat)
We'll see ourselves out.

SAM
Before we go I have one more question.

STEPHEN
What?

SAM
Your Step-brother, what was his last known address?

CUT TO:

EXT. ROSEBUD ROAD-DAY

The Impala pulls up to a house set back from the road in a quiet suburban street.

INT. IMPALA

DEAN
Well this just gets more and more interesting.

SAM
I know. Dean, she's one of them, one of the children like me.
(beat)
Like Max...

DEAN
Yeah that's the part that worries me, look how well he turned out.

They exit the car.

EXT. STREET

They stare up at the house.

DEAN
Well, I guess this is where she was raised.

SAM
Yeah.

CUT TO:

INT. HINGLE RESIDENCE-HALLWAY

Dean and Sam open the front door and step inside. The house is dark and somewhat unkempt.

DEAN
Not exactly the ideal place to raise a child.

SAM
Guess not.
(looks at the stairs)
I'll check upstairs, you check down here.

DEAN
Sure but, what are we looking for here, exactly?

SAM
I don't know yet.
(beat)
But I'll know it when I find it.

Sam heads up the stairs while Dean searches downstairs.

DEAN
(sarcastic)
Specific is so overrated.

CUT TO:

UPSTAIRS LANDING

Sam moves around the dark landing, the only source of light bleeding in through the closed window at the top of the stairs.

GIRL (O.S.)
(scared)
No...please don't!

Sam turns to look behind him, alert.



SAM
Hello?

POV. SAM

At the end of the hallway there is a closed door. A small shaft of light bleeds out from underneath it, we can see shadows moving around.

Sam makes his way slowly to the door.

GIRL (O.S.)
(sobbing)
Please...don't…

SAM
Is someone there?

Sam puts his hand on the door handle and pushes the door open.

WHITE FLASH CUT:

INT. BEDROOM

The room is bathed in an unreal white hue in direct contrast to the darkness of the rest of the house, this is 'otherworldly.'

Sam is shocked. He sees two people sitting on a bed: one a small girl around 11 years old with long black hair, the other, a thin man in his forties-it's Patrick and Charlotte! Sam is seeing the past!

PATRICK
Haven't I taken care of you?

Charlotte nods, unsure.

PATRICK
(Puts a hand on her shoulder)
Don't you love me?

Charlotte sobs and nods.

PATRICK
(smiling)
Good girl.
(puts a hand on Charlotte's knee)
Good girl.

Sam is enraged with anger.

SAM
HEY GET AWAY FROM HER!

He goes to move towards them then-

DEAN (O.S.)
Dude!

Sam stops and turns around to find Dean stood behind him, looking confused.

DEAN
Who the hell are you yelling at?

Sam turns back to the bed.

POV. SAM
Charlotte and Patrick are gone. The room is dark and lifeless.

SAM
They were...I saw it, Dean.

DEAN
Saw what?

SAM
Saw exactly why Patrick Hingle deserved to fall to his death.

Hold on Dean's face for beat.

CUT TO:

INT. STEILACOOM HOSPITAL, THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY

Kara is still at her station, typing some documents out on her computer terminal. She glances across at the security screen to see Charlotte still lying in her bed.

Close up on Kara's face, looking nervous.

She turns back to the computer and carries on typing.

Agitated she turns back to the security screen and this time sees Charlotte stood up, staring right back at her through the camera!

Kara SCREAMS!!

JUMP CUT:

INT. THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY

Kara wakes up with a start. It was just a dream. She turns to the security monitor-Charlotte is in her bed, as she should be

Kara puts her head in her hands, tired, she sighs

GIRL (O.S.)
(whisper)
Kara! Kara!

KARA
(looks up, nervous)
Is-is someone there?

POV. KARA

Glances up and down the hallway. She looks down toward the elevator.

GIRL (O.S.)
(taunting)
Kara…

POV. KARA

She turns back and looks down towards room 12-catches sight of a woman in a white gown just before she vanishes into the room.

KARA
(nervous)
H-hello?



Kara moves from behind her desk and slowly walks towards room 12. She pushes the door open and walks inside. The door slowly closes.

[irisheyes]

OMG, what the hell did Patrick do to her??? I don't even want to think about it......poor girl....
Great update!!!

[supernaturalsam]

Happy that Patrick died...very happy.


So Charlotte is one of "the children." This sounds very interesting and it makes me wonder exactly what it is that she can do.


Great update and I can't wait until tomorrow!

[Serenity&Chaos]

Oh, god. I had a feeling something was up with that Patrick dude. I knew I didn't like the bastard in the beginning. Grrr...

[Tara2001]

This story is so great, can't wait for part three.

The writters for this just rock.

[Dean5339]

FADE IN:

EXT. STREET-NIGHT

We open to a neon-lit city street in a pretty bad part of town. We see all the worst parts of human life here: Pimps, Pushers, Junkies and Prostitutes.



The Impala pulls round a corner.

INT. IMPALA

POV. DEAN

Looking through the window as he pulls up to the curb and sees a YOUNG WOMAN, sexy but wearing too much make up, walks towards his window to offer her “services.”

SAM (O.S.)
This is the place.

DEAN (O.S.)
Yeah, classy neighborhood.

He winds down his window.

YOUNG WOMAN
Hi there.

DEAN
Hi.

YOUNG WOMAN
You looking for a good time?

DEAN
(smiles)
Actually we're..
(gestures to Sam)
just looking around.

YOUNG WOMAN
(leans in to see Sam sat in the passenger's seat)
Oh, I didn't realize you were...ah, you wanna try further up the street, the...guys tend to work that part of town so...

DEAN
(annoyed)
We're not gay!
(to Sam, exasperated)
Honestly...

SAM
(to the young woman)
Actually, Miss, we're doing an investigation. Was there a girl who lived in this area named Charlotte?

YOUNG WOMAN
(defensive)
You cops?

DEAN
Now that's insulting.

SAM
No ma'am, we're relatives of hers.

YOUNG WOMAN
Bullshit.

DEAN
Excuse me?

YOUNG WOMAN
Charlotte didn't have any relatives, at least none that gave a crap about her. So why the sudden interest?

SAM
So you did know her?

YOUNG WOMAN
Yeah, I knew her, she was like my little sister.

SAM
Look I know that this sounds strange but anything you could tell us about her would really help us out.
(beat)
We think she might be in danger.

YOUNG WOMAN
(concerned)
What kind of danger?

DEAN
We don't yet. But the more we know, the more we can do to help her.

SAM
Is there someplace we can talk Miss...

YOUNG WOMAN
Krystal.
(beat)
It's just “Krystal”. And we can talk more at my place.

SAM
Thank you.

KRYSTAL
But it'll cost you. 'round here time is money, fellas.

Sam looks at Dean. Dean rolls his eyes and reluctantly pulls out a small wad of bills. He hand them to Krystal.

INT. APARTMENT ROOM 6

The door opens and Krystal walks in, Sam and Dean follow.

KRYSTAL
Not the nicest of places I know, but beggars can't be choosers can they?

Dean and Sam look around, the place is dark, cluttered and typical of the neighborhood they're in.

DEAN
Do you live here alone?

KRYSTAL
Yeah, for the last year now. I used to have a room-mate.

SAM
(looking around)
What happened to her?

KRYSTAL
(coldly)
You know what happened to her.

SAM
Charlotte was your room-mate?

Krystal nods and sits down on the moth-eaten couch, lights up a cigarette. Dean reluctantly takes a seat opposite.

DEAN
What was she like, as person?

KRYSTAL
She was a sweet kid, too sweet for this life.
(beat)
When you work the streets like this for long enough you get to be a pretty damn good judge of character: Lawyers, Judges, businessmen, freaks, weirdoes we get them all down here and you learn pretty quickly who you're dealin' with. You also learn how to spot the victims and the fighters, and Charlotte.
(shakes head)
she was a classic victim.

SAM
How did she end up here?

KRYSTAL
The same way most of us do: Desperate, lonely, naive. You know the type: falls off the ladder and lands in the gutter and try as you might once you're in the gutter it refuses to let you go.

Sam walks over to a door.

SAM
Was this Charlotte's room?

Krystal nods.

SAM
May I?

KRYSTAL
Be my guest, Hon'.

Sam enters the room.

INT. BEDROOM

Sam glances around the small room. A few clothes are strewn around along with a few “used” needles. On the shelf Sam sees a collection of books, he browses a few of the covers and notices a small book that has fallen to the back of the shelf. He reaches in and picks it up-it's a diary!

He begins to thumb through the pages, he stops on one in particular.



SAM
What the...

MAN (O.S.)
You see what you makes me do?

Sam stops dead, turns around and sees a violent-looking man sat on the bed with his back to a young woman who is lay down, sobbing.

MAN
(smoking)
You see how angry you make me, Charlotte?

Charlotte turns over to face Sam. He can see bruises on her arms and legs and on her face a horrific black eye.

CHARLOTTE
It hurts, my head, it hurts so bad.

MAN (O.S.)
(spiteful)
Yeah, sure it does, bitch.

CHARLOTTE
(tearful)
Why won't they shut up?

The Man is filling a syringe with some kind of drug.

MAN
(smiling)
You want me to make the voices stop, babe? Here…
(injects Charlotte with the syringe)
This will make you feel nice and relaxed.

Sam notices several puncture marks on Charlotte's arms.

Charlotte closes her eyes and falls onto her back to sleep.

The Man smiles.

MEN
Yeah, make you nice and peaceful.
(slides his hand up Charlotte's nightdress)
Just gimme' my reward, babe.

Sam turns away in disgust, when he turns back, the vision is gone, the room is empty. Sam pockets the diary and head back to the living room.

INT. LIVING ROOM

KRYSTAL
...Then they picked her up in the street, she was screaming for everyone to shut up.

DEAN
Were people yelling at her?

KRYSTAL
No, we were just trying to calm her down, but she was waving that piece of glass around like a knife and clutching her head in pain.

SAM
Krystal, can I ask you something?

Krystal nods.

SAM
Was Charlotte seeing anyone, I mean boyfriend-like?

KRYSTAL
There was Joe.

SAM
Joe?

KRYSTAL
Yeah, quite a catch too, if you looked up the word “Scumbag” in the Dictionary you'd see his twisted, Alligator smiling face staring up at you.

DEAN
Do you think we could maybe talk to him? He sounds like quite the charmer.

KRYSTAL
That'd be a bit difficult…
(beat)
…he blew his brains out about three months ago.

SAM
Suicide?

KRYSTAL
I...guess so...

DEAN
You don't sound too sure?

KRYSTAL
(shakes head)
I'm not. He came here first of all to find out what had happened to Charlotte.
(beat)
He practically beat it out of me.
(lifts up her fringe to reveal a horrific burn)
Using all manner of creative methods.



SAM
God, I'm so sorry.

KRYSTAL
(smiles)
It's okay, I deserved it for telling him what he wanted to know.

DEAN
He found Charlotte?

Krystal nods, looking to the floor.

KRYSTAL
He wanted her back. Not out of love but because he thought of her as his, he was a jealous bastard. But all I know is he went to get her then I found out the following morning that he shot himself in his apartment in the early hours.
(looks up at Dean and Sam)
And it couldn't have happened to a more deserving guy.

EXT. STREET

Dean and Sam leave the apartment complex and walk back to the car.

SAM
It happened again.

DEAN
What did?

SAM
I saw images of the past, like at Hingle's house.

DEAN
Well, excuse me, Doctor Beckett.

SAM
You don't believe me?

Dean shrugs.

SAM
(surprised)
Dean, who the hell do you think I was yelling at in that house?

DEAN
I thought you were just...you know, talking to yourself.

SAM
So you think I'm mental?

DEAN
I dunno, Sam. I didn't see anything.

SAM
You don't see my visions either, but we both know their real.

DEAN
Okay, okay. So you can see the past. How?

SAM
I don't know, but it's gotta be tied to Charlotte somehow.

DEAN
Yeah, which begs the question: What are we going to do about her?

SAM
(confused)
What do you mean?

DEAN
Oh come on, Sam. We know she's killing people, we don't know how she's doing it but we know it's her.

SAM
(shocked)
Dean, we can't kill her.

DEAN
Why not, Sam? She's a murderer.

SAM
Yeah, and look at the people she's murdered: Her abusive uncle, her psycho pimp. I'd say that's revenge, something we know more than a few things about.

DEAN
(angry)
She's killing human beings, for God's sake, not monsters!



SAM
A child molester, a rapist…
(beat)
Sound like monsters to me.

Dean waves his arms in defeat.

Sam takes out the diary.

SAM
Anyway, this might answer the “how” part of the problem.

DEAN
(takes the diary)
This Charlotte's?

Sam nods, he points out a specific entry to Dean.

SAM
Check that out.

DEAN
(reading from the diary)
“The headaches are getting worse, Joe's drugs help, but they always come with a price. Sometimes it's worth it just to shut them up….

FADE TO:
INT. APARTMENT ROOM 6- BEDROOM- FLASHBACK

Charlotte sits on her bed, crouched leaning against the wall. Closing her eyes. Trying to shut off the echoing voices around her.

CHARLOTTE (V.O.)
Lately though, it's gotten so much worse, the voices get louder when I'm awake and sometimes I feel like I'm having nightmares about the past-but they're really, really vivid, like I'll wake up in my old room at Uncle Patrick's and see him creeping into my room again, I can see myself in bed, terrified, knowing what he's going to do...going to make me do.

CLOSE UP on Charlotte’s eyes as they snap open and tears begin to stream out.

FLASH CUT:

Charlotte is at her desk, drawing on a piece of paper in a mad hurry… scattered around the room are drawings and magazine clippings of YELLOW demonic-looking eyes.



CHARLOTTE (V.O.)
The man with the yellow eyes came to me again. He tells me how special I am and that he is going to find me, going to take care of me. He tells me to lash out at everyone who hurt me and that soon he'll come to take me away and teach me how to control my gifts.

Charlotte finishes her drawing and holds it up to look at the pair of yellow eyes staring back at her from the white paper.

CHARLOTTE (V.O.)
I don't know if I believe him… I want to believe him, but I find it hard to accept that my Salvation would be behind those cruel yellow eyes.

CLOSE UP on the yellow eyes as we…

FADE TO a yellow bikini. PULL BACK to reveal Pamela Anderson wearing the yellow bikini on a beach. This is ‘Baywatch’. PULL BACK Further to reveal that we are in:

INT. APARTMENT ROOM 6- FLASHBACK

We see a sleazy dirt bag (JOE) watching the television set, grinning. Charlotte watches on from the corner of the room, trembling in fear.

CHARLOTTE (V.O.)
Yesterday I could hear Joe saying awful things about me, while he was watching the TV, I heard him say he'd like to screw the girls on Baywatch, but when I asked him about it he says he didn't say nothing, then he threatened me again so I let it go.

FADE TO:
EXT. STREET

CLOSE UP on the writing in the diary. The pages show tear marks and the writings show signs of severe depression.

CHAROLETTE (V.O.) & DEAN
What the hell is happening to me??

Dean closes the diary and takes a deep breath.

SAM
You thinking what I'm thinking?

DEAN
I doubt it.

SAM
(surprised)
Why, what were you thinking?

DEAN
(beat)
I wish they'd bring back Baywatch.

Sam is stunned by Dean's remark.

DEAN
(laughs)
Relax, man. I think we're on the same page; she's a mind reader, a telepath and apparently she has the ability to manipulate reality by manifesting past events as visions...or something along those lines.

SAM
And she's going after everyone who hurt her during her life.

DEAN
Yeah she already took care of Chester the Molester and Sport the psycho pimp, which leaves…

SAM
(realizing)
Her dad!

DEAN
Crap!

CUT TO:

INT. STEILACOOM HOSPITAL, THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY

Stephen St. James gets out of the elevator and walks over to the main reception desk. There is nobody there.

STEPHEN
Hello?

He looks down at the gift he's brought: a small pink teddy bear with a big red heart on it's chest. He smiles .

He hears someone sobbing from down the hall.

STEPHEN
(looks up)
Hello?

The noise is coming from Room 12.

STEPHEN
Excuse me, are you okay?

POV. STEPHEN

He walks slowly down the corridor towards the room and sees Kara slowly emerge from the room carrying a bloodstained knife. Her uniform is also covered in blood.

Stephen drops the bear in horror.

STEPHEN
(scared)
Oh my God!

KARA
(crying)
Help me...please...what she made me do...HELP ME!

Kara drops to her knees still crying uncontrollably. Stephen runs over to help her.

STEPHEN
What happened? Who's blood is this?

KARA
(looks up)
It's Richy's…

STEPHEN
Richy? Who's Richy?

Kara gestures towards room 12 where Stephen turns around to see Richy's dead body lying on the bed in a pool of his own blood. His eyes are wide open staring at them.

STEPHEN
(terrified)
Oh....Jesus Christ!

KARA
(Crying)
She made me do it...showed me what he did to her...she....made me do it!

STEPHEN
W-Who...who made you do it?

KARA
(points toward the desk)
Her!

Stephen turns back toward the desk only to find Charlotte stood right over him, her eyes wide with madness and her mouth stretched into an evil grin.



CHARLOTTE
(menacing)
Hi daddy.

Stephen screams in horror.

[BandityG.]

Oh wow! Great third part, you've got me at the edge of my seat. Can't wait for tomorrow

[irisheyes]

*shudder*

Great update. But can they get to the hospital in time? Dun, dun, dunnnnnnn!!!!

[Serenity&Chaos]

Dude. I feel bad for Charlotte. Hope Sam and Dean get there on time!!