Takže máme tu názov, ehm, áno ďalšej časti...toto akože nedám...
povedzte mi niekto, ako mám preložiť tento názov, aby to nevyznelo smiešne...
Najskôr zvláštny názov druhej časti a teraz je Sam tekvica..
Inak jasná halloweenska epizódka...
Postavy: Derek
Slutty Nurse
Fat Kid
Meredith Wallace
Justin
Mother
Jenny
Luke Wallace
Don Harding
Uriel
Tracy
Daughter
Sides:High School art classroom during the day.
A dozen grotesque masks twist from the ceiling on fishing line. Floating, disembodied visages of agony.
Sam and Dean in their fed suits look up that the chilling display.
Don: You gentleman wanted to see me?
High school art teacher Don Harding is in his late 40’s. He approaches Sam and Dean. They flash their badges.
Sam:Mr. Harding?
Don: Please… Don.
Sam:Okay. Don.
Don: Even the students call me Don.
Dean:Yeah, we get it, Don. I’m agent Geddy and this is Agent Lee. We have a few questions about Tracy Davis.
Don nods sadly.
Don: Tracy… bright girl. And loads of talent. Shame she was suspended.
Dean: You two had a “Violent Altercation?”
Don: She almost clawed my eyes out.
Sam:Why?
Don: She just exploded. I was only trying to rap with her about her work. It had become… inappropriate. Disturbing.
Dean:More disturbing than this? (Dean indicates the mask on the ceiling.)
Don: She’d cover page after page with these bizarre, cryptic symbols. Then there were the drawings. Detailed images of killings. Gory. Primitive. She’d depict herself in the middle of it, participating.
Sam:Symbols? What kind of symbols? Anything like…
Sam grabs a piece of paper, pencil and does a rough sketch of the amulet found in the hex bag.
Sam:…this?
Don: Yeah. I think there was something like that in one of them.
Dean: Any idea where Tracy is now?
Don: I imagine her apartment.
Dean: Her apartment?
Don: She came to town about a year ago… alone. As I understood it, she was an emancipated teen. Good only knows what her parents were like.
Break In Sides
In a suburban house in the basement at night.
Tracy and Jenny both 17. Tracy’s dressed in a cheerleader uniform. Jenny, also pretty in another costume, but clearly the beta to Tracy’s alpha. The girls stand over a metal tub. Chat up Derek from the golf team.
Derek: Bobbing for apples is lame.
Tracy: Come on. It’s Halloween.
Derek: Lame.
Tracy throws Jenny a look, takes a step toward Derek, then… Tosses her head back, opens her mouth wide and dives out of the frame. We’re guessing into the apple tub.
On Derek’s salacious admiration, then…
Tracy whips into view, face wet, hair dripping, a red apple clenched in her teeth. It’s better than a beer commercial.
Derek: I stand corrected.
Tracy takes a bite of the apple, smiles at Derek. Jenny edges to the tub, Kneels down. Deep breath, then she dives.
On Jenny underwater. Blinking, then lunging at apples. She tries for one, then another. Huh? Harder then it looks. Running out of breath… fuck it. Jenny tries to pull her head out of the tub. Off her puzzled expression.
On Derek and Tracy. Tracy takes another bite of the apple.
Derek: Wow. She can really hold her breath.
Tracy nods.
Jenny’s hands fly to the edge of the tub. She pushes against it. Her legs scuff the floor looking for traction.
Tracy: Jenny?
Tracy drops to her kneeds, grabs one of Jenny’s arms and pulls.
Tracy: Oh my God! Help me!
Derek grabs Jenny’s other arm. They throw their weight against the tub. Jenny doesn’t budge. The water starts to bubble!
On Jenny, face down in the boiling water. She screams in agony as she’s boiled alive.
Derek: (backing away) What is going on?
Jenny’s legs kick. Her arms flail. Tracy, crying, struggling to wrap her arms around her friend, then… the water stops as Jenny’s body goes limp.
Tracy: Jenny!
Tracy pulls her friend from the tub, turns her over.
Derek: Oh my God!
Derek turns and pukes as we see what he saw… Jenny, her face puffed, red, still streaming. Boiled to death.
In the suburban House in the basement at night.
Red strobe of police lights are seen through the window. Sam and Dean in Fed suits descend the stairs. Dean eyes Tracy, wrapped in a blanket, being questioned by a police officer.
Dean: I’ll take this one.
Sam: Two words. Jail. Bait.
Dean: (offended) Would you… I would never.
On Sam. Yuh huh. Sam moves into the room. Dean approaches Tracy who’s telling her story to the officer.
Tracy: It’s just so weird, you know? The water in the tub… it wasn’t hot. I’d just been in there myself.
She shivers
Dean: Your friend happen to know a man named Luke Wallace, by any chance?
Tracy and the Police officer look to Dean. Who the hell are you? Dean flashes the badge.
Dean: Agent Seger. FBI
Tracy: Who’s Luke Wallace?
Dean: He died last night?
Tracy: I don’t know who that is.
Dean looks across the room to, pushing the couch back against the wall. Sam surreptitiously holds up another Hex Bag.
Break In Sides
Don the art teacher intones in Gaulish
Don: Adveri m’opis pisson-mi-jo, adveri m’ovsa clowar-mi-jo…
Don stands before an altar covered in the creepy symbols. Layers of them.
A muffled scream.
Tracy is gagged and bound to a thick wooden joist. She struggles and tries to twist free.
Back to Don as he finishes the incantation.
Don: Adveri mo boccin biat-jo-mo jutun clutos ambi dubnon.
Don lifts an iron knife from the altar. He carries it to Tracy. She screams through her gag, eyes wild. Don traces the knife along her neck and slides it down.
Don: Trekna mo lamin deskin bian-jo treknos, du arcitu marvus vo mo comoctju, vo mo rocomoctju…
He makes a slice along her clavicle. A thin stream of blood. He raises a silver cup to the cut then… BAM! BAM! BAM!
Don spins. Three gaping holes bloom red on his chest and he drops to the floor.
Sam and Dean stand with their pistols drawn. Sam moves to Don, holds the gun over his inert boyd. Checks his pulse.
Sam: He’s dead.
Dean removes Tracy’s gag. She gasps, sputters.
Tracy: Thank you! He was gonna kill me!
Dean cuts through the rope at her wrists. Tracy shakes off the bonds.
Tracy: That sick sonofabitch. Did you see what he was doing?! Did you hear him?! How sloppy his incantation was?!
Sam and Dean: Huh?
Tracy: (her voice cold) My brother always was a little dim.
Sam and Dean exchange a look. Brother?
Tracy: I was supposed to be the final sacrifice. (eyeroll) His idea. But now that honor goes to him.
Tracy’s a witch too! Before they can draw pistols on her Tracy raises her arms. Takes aim at the boys.
Sam and Dean collapse, writhing on the floor. The pain of a dozen supernatural knives ripping through their guts.
Tracy moves to Don. Stands over him.
Tracy: Our Master’s return? The spellwork’s a two-man job, you understand? So for six hundred years, I had to deal with that pompous sonofabitch. Unbearable. And you get him with a gun? Love that.
Tracy stoops down, wrenches the cup from her brother’s rigormortised hand. Collects blood from his wounds.
Tracy: Third sacrifice has been made. Ritual’s almost complete. And this jack-ass is toast. I owe you one.
Tracy rises. The sound of children’s laughter draws her attention to the window. She peers out it, to the trick or treaters outside.
Tracy: You know, back in the day, this was a night you kept your children inside. Tonight they’ll see what Halloween really is.
Tracy moves to the altar. She passes the boys, still convulsed in pain on the floor. One of them groans with piercing agony. Tracy, as an afterthought.
Tracy: Don’t die on me. Not yet. Samhain will be famished when he arrives.
Tracy intones the final phrase of the ritual.
Tracy: Vedju-mi-ti, O semistere devon…
Sam edges toward the dead teacher. He dips his hands in a pool of blood. Smears it on his face whispering.
Dean: What… are… you… doing?
Sam: Just… follow my lead.
Dean drags himself to the corpse. Covers his face in blood.
Eyes closed, Tracy completes the ritual.
Tracy: Garju-mi-ti, bvita teneseli, let gnamus temeseli! Vedju-mi-ti av to tsavne cliti in andedjus!
A howling wind sweeps through the house. Tracy’s eyes open. Gleeful with anticipation. The floorboards tremor as…
Black smoke seeps through, then erupts into the room, forming a vortex that twists then pours into the body of the art teacher, Don is the Bessel for Samhain!
Don’s body stirs. He staggers to his feet, opens his eyes. Milky-blue, opaque. He tips back his head and samples the air.
Tracy: arms outstretched as Samhain moves to her, feeling his way. Agile, senses heightened. He reaches her. Tracy smiles, glows even as he touches her face, then kisses her.
Tracy: My love…
Samhain: You’ve aged.
A flush across Tracy’s pretty, young face. And a flicker of fear. Even embarrassment.
Tracy: This face… I can’t fool you…
Samhain: Your beauty is beyond time.
Tracy relaxes, leans her cheek into his hand, then… He snaps her neck. Tracy crumples to the floor dead.
Samhain: Whore.
Samhain moves to the stairs, nears…
Sam and Dean. Motionless on the floor. Covered in corpse blood. Not even breathing.
The demon stops. He stands over the boys for an agonizingly long beat, sniffing the air, peering down at them.
Samhain’s POV: Sam and Dean’s faces are blurred. Bloody. Misshapen. Dead.
Samhain goes to the stairs. Climbs.
Break In Sides
In a park at Dusk.
Uriel and Mark sit on a park bench. Watching the people as they pass. Some are children in costume, led by parents.
Mark: The decision’s been made.
Uriel:He’s an ape.
Mark: You shouldn’t call him that.
Uriel:It’s what he is. A savage. Plumbing on two legs.
Mark: You shouldn’t talk like that. You’re close to blasphemy.
Mark’s eyes on Uriel. Digs deep.
Mark: There is a reason we came to this town. He has potential. He may succeed here.
Uriel:We’ll be one step closer to disaster. That’s all.
Mark: At any rate, it’s out of our hands.
Uriel:Doesn’t have to be.
Mark: What would you suggest?
With intensity:
Uriel:We drag everyone’s ass out of here. Blow this insignificant pin prick off the map.
Mark: You know our orders. Are you prepared to disobey?
Break In Sides
Inside a motel room during the day.
Uriel:Your girlfriend’s death. Jessica, right? Anniversary’s Tomorrow?
Sam:So what?
Uriel:I am sorry. I’m sure it’s difficult for you. Still. Doesn’t give you the right to run around exorcising my kind.
Sam:Excuse me?
Uriel:You were told not to interfere.
Sam holds Uriel’s eyes. The cold, silent scrutiny.
Sam:What was I supposed to do? That demon would have killed me. And my brother. And everyone.
Uriel:You were told. Not to.
Sam:If those demons had gotten loose in this town…
Uriel turns his gaze to the window.
Uriel:You’ve been warned. Twice, now.
Sam’s turn to be annoyed
Sam:You know, my brother was right about you. You are a dick.
Uriel’s eyes flick to Sam. He approaches Sam and grabs him by the collar.
Uriel:The only reason you’re still alive, Sam Winchester, is because you’ve stayed out of our way. But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you become more trouble than you’re worth… one word. One. And I will turn you to dust.
As for your brother… tell him that maybe he should climb off that high horse of his. Ask him. Ask Dean what he remembers from hell.
Sam struggles to process. Uriel lets him go, and walks to the door. He smirks at Sam, then leaves.
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baby ale vážne, toto by bola šupa.. 
No to koky, ale ten Uriel, že anjel a ide zničiť celé mesto, no pekné od neho...podľa mňa mu v tom bratia budú chcieť zabrániť a tiež si myslím, že Lilith tú ďalšiu pečať prelomí....
som ich ešte nevidela...nejaká hromadná bodačka, či čo to? 
chcem sammyho na fotkach!
