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Sides obsahujú odhalenie konca epizódy. Btw, Deana konečne nezakrývajú...
Jack’s house in the dining room. Evening time.
Mild mannered Jack Montgomery, 30. A loosened tie hangs around his neck. He sits at the table devouring his dinner.
As he polishes off his steak he looks up at his pretty wife, Michelle who’s in her late 20’s. Michelle stares at Jack, amused and a little dumbfounded.
Michelle: Jack. Are you stoned? She nods towards his empty plate.
Jack: What? It’s good. I’m starving… Is there dessert?
Michelle: Just so happens.
She gets up, exits into the kitchen for dessert. Jack’s eyes land on her plate… and her half eaten steak.
Jack: Babe? You gonna finish your steak?
Michelle: You’re kidding, right? You’ve had two already.
Jack: (sheepishly) I don’t know… I’m just… hungry.
Michelle: Or you have a tapeworm.
She watches as Jack stuffs more steak into his mouth. Then grabs a bowl of mashed potatoes, scrapes the last bits up.
Jack: Please. Never been healthier.
Skip in sides
The next morning in Jack and Michelle’s bedroom. Michelle who is wearing panties beneath a simple cotton nightgown is sound asleep in bed. By herself.
She stirs opens her eyes halfway and jerks awake. She sits up looking freaked out.
Jack sits on the bed, wearing boxers and a t-shirt. He’s staring at Michelle from just a foot or two away. It’s kind of creepy. Michelle catches her breath.
Michelle: You scared me!
Jack: Sorry. You just… you’re beautiful.
Michelle: Don’t. I’m pissed, Jack. I had to drive myself to the hospital. I was there till two.
Jack: I’m sorry.
Michelle: What happened?
Jack: I don’t know. I saw the blood, and I got… dizzy. I had to get out.
Michelle: You coulda called. I left you a dozen messages.
Jack: My phone died, I couldn’t find a payphone. It was a mess. (he gets playful). But I am sorry. And it won’t happen again, certainly not to a wife as stunning as you.
Michelle: Better not. I swear. One little cut. Blood’s never bothered you before.
Jack: Well. Guess I’ve changed. So how’s your finger?
Michelle: I’ll survive.
Jack kisses her finger sweetly. Michelle smiles. Jack moves closer, kisses her lips. Michelle returns the kiss as…
Michelle: This isn’t gonna get you off the hook. Think diamond. Kobe sized.
Michelle: What has gotten into you?
Jack grins. He feels energized. Empowered. Elated.
Jack: I don’t know.
Jack nibbles her neck. Her earlobe. He begins to transition from love to something more animal-like…
He roughly slides his hand up her nightgown, moving for her underwear. She moves his hand away.
Michelle: Hey. Just slow down a bit.
Jack: No, Come on.
Jack’s hand goes right back to the same spot. He’s fumbling for her underwear, for her nightgown. (no nudity, however, of course). He presses his lips into hers, hard.
Michelle: Jack, I mean it. Stop.
Finally she gets through to him. He pauses. Looks down at her. Lets her go. She scrambles fast off the bed, crying.
Michelle: You son of a bitch!
Jack: I’m sorry.
Michelle: What the hell is wrong with you?!
Jack: I… I don’t know.
He turns, ashamed. Exits the room.
Michelle stays a frightened look on her face.
Break in Sides
Motel Room at night
Sam and Dean enter to find a man in his 50’s making himself completely at home. Beer in hand. Travis. Infectious grin, slightly rumpled, but don’t let the harmless uncle vibe fool you. He’s a hell of a hunter. Right now, his arm is in a plaster cast.
Sam and Dean break into grins
Dean: Travis! See, Sam, toldja we shoulda hid the beer.
Travis: Smartass.
Manly shoulder slap type hugs all around
Sam: Good to see you, Travis.
Travis: Man you got tall, kid. How long’s it been?
Sam: Gotta be ten years.
Travis: You still a… what was it… a mathlete?
Sam: (grimacing) No…
Dean: Yes. Believe me.
Travis takes a beat, just to look at Sam and Dean. Like a proud uncle seeing his nephews grown for the first time.
Travis:Been too long, boys. I mean, look at you. Grown men. John would be damn prouda you. Sticking together like this.
He gestures for them to gather around the table. Travis takes a pull of his beer. Back to happy go lucky…
Travis: Sorry I’m late to the dance. Thanks for helping out an old man… I’m a little “shorthanded”. You should see the other guy. Or you know, other rotting undead son of a bitch.
Dean cracks a smile. It’s obvious he digs the hell out of Travis.
Travis: So. You track down Montgomery?
Sam: Yeah, we found him at home.
Travis: And?
Dean: Guy had a hell of a case of the munchies. Topped off with a burger. That he forgot to cook.
Travis: Then it’s him, alright.
Dean: What’s him?
Travis: Boys, we got a Rugaru on our hands.
Dean: A “rugaru?” Is that made-up? That sounds made-up.
Travis: They’re mean, nasty-looking suckers. Fangs, wormy skin, the works.
Dean: Well, this dude ain’t that. He wears a cell phone on his belt.
Travis: Oh, he’ll get ugly soon enough. They start out human, for all intents and purposes.
Sam: So… they go through some kind of metamorphosis?
Travis: Yup. Like a maggot turning into a blowfly.
Travis: The first bite does it. The eyes, the teeth, the skin, it all turns. No going back, either. They feed once, they’re a monster for ever. And our man Jack’s headed there on a bullet train.
Dean: So how’d you find him anyway, if he’s walkin’ and talkin’ human?
Travis: Let’s just say it runs in his family.
Sam: You mean…?
Travis: Killed his Dad in ’78. Son of a bitch mangled eight bodies, fore I put him down. Guy used to be a dentist. Had a Cadillac, a trophy wife. Little did I know… a pregnant trophy wife. She put the boy up for adoption. By the time I found out, he was long gone, lost in the system. Tell you the truth? I think I’m thankful I lost him. Idea of hunting some poor kid… not sure I’da had the heart. Anyway. Tracked him down just in time. Sounds like he’s this close to popping.
Break In Sides
Jack stands over a flower bed holding a garden hose supposedly watering the flowers. But he’s staring into space, lost, as the water gushes down. When…
Sam: Jack Montgomery?
Jack turns, surprised and see’s Sam and Dean. For once, with no alibi. They approach.
Sam: I’m Sam Winchester. This is my brother. Dean.
Jack:Um… can I help you?
Sam: We need to talk.
Jack:About?
Sam: About you. How you’re changing.
Jack:Excuse me?
Dean: You’re probably feeling your bones move under your skin. You’re indestructible skin. And your appetites hitting “Hungry, hungry, hippo” levels. How’m I doin’ so far?
Obviously, Dean’s right on the money. Jack looks at the brothers in stunned disbelief.
Jack:Who are you?
Sam: People who can help. Please, just hear us out…
Minutes later in Jack’s backyard. They stand on his patio near a little outdoor table. Sam and dean sit at or on the table, watching Jack pace. He’s trying to comprehend what they’re telling him.
Jack:A… what?
Dean: Rugaru. I know. Sounds made-up. But believe me, it ain’t.
Jack:Look. I’ve noticed certain things… strange things… but I’m just… I dunno, sick or something.
Sam: Your father was one of these things. Your real father. He passed it on to you.
Jack: No. Just listen to yourselves. You sound…
Dean: Hey, you mind if we skip the “you guys are crazy” part, please? You’re hungry, Jack. And you’re only gonna get hungrier.
Jack:Hungry for…”
Dean: Longpig. Little manburger helper. May have crossed your mind already.
Sam throws Dean an irritated look. Dean gives one of his patented *sorry* looks in return.
Jack:No… no.
Sam: It doesn’t have to be like this. You can fight it off. Others have.
Dean: But we’re not gonna lie. It won’t be easy. You’re gonna feel like a alcoholic swimming in whiskey. But I’m telling you. Just say no, Jack. Or…
Jack: Or what?
Sam: You feed once… and it’s all over. And then we’ll have to stop you.
Jack: Stop me? My Dad… did somebody “Stop” him?
Sam: Yes.
Jack doesn’t respond well to the implicit threat.
Jack:Get off my property. I see you again, I’m calling the cops.
Sam: Your wife, everyone you know… they’re in danger.
Jack:NOW!!!
Break In sides
Jacks house, Livingroom, nighttime.
The locked closet door pounds. A few feet away -- Jack. He seems to be in pain. Transforming body, overwhelming hunger. Like coming down from a heroin addiction.
Jack: Dean can’t come to the phone.
Sam(Pounding): Jack! If you hurt him, I swear to God!
Jack: Just calm down…
Finally, Jack focuses on - Dean. Unconscious on the floor. A forehead cut trickles blood.
Jack: Your brother’s alive, but not if you don’t calm down!
Finally, Sam stops. Tries a different, calmer tact.
Sam: Open the door. We can figure this out.
Jack: Sure. Let’s have ourselves a brainstorming session.
Sam: Jack. Please.
Jack: I don’t think so. After what you did?
Sam: What are you talking about?
Jack: You sent your friend here. He tried to burn my wife alive!
Sam: What?? Why?
Jack: Like you don’t know.
Sam: We never would’ve gone after her…
Jack: You’re lying.
Jack is shaking from the hunger. He crouches over Dean. Mops up some of Dean’s blood with his finger. Then pops the finger in his mouth. Eww!
Jack: Oh God…I’m so hungry…
Sam: Jack. Don’t do this.
Sam inserts the straightened wire hanger into the door lock. He’s picking it. Very carefully. Can’t make a sound. Meanwhile, Jack scratches his head. Comes back with a fistful of hair. It’s falling out. Jack’s voice begins to crack. Emotional. Almost on the verge of tears.
Jack: I can’t see my family again. I can’t go anywhere. You two. Your friend. You made me into this.
Sam: No one’s making you kill us.
Sam stops lock-picking for a beat. The subsequent speech is heartfelt. Very personal to Sam.
Sam: Listen to me. You got this dark pit inside you, I know. Believe me, I know. That doesn’t mean you have to fall into it. You don’t have to be a monster.
Jack: Have you seen me lately?
Sam: It doesn’t matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It’s your choice.
Is Sam getting through to Jack? We see an internal, anguished struggle play across Jack’s expression. He pivots to Dean. Kneeling beside him he hears Dean’s heart beat. Jack is so, so hungry. Dean begins to rouse, Jack leans in, anguished…Can he resist? The question is never answered, because…
Sam stands before the open closet door. He got it open! Holding a flamethrower he retrieved off the ground. Jack’s face darkens and he charges at Sam! Sam lets loose a stream of fire. Sam somberly watches Jack, a flaming fetal ball on the floor. Burning to death.
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