Episode Six: Crossroads

By Booser

Part One

 



EXT. CROSSROADS. NIGHT
Leland, Mississippi

A small backwater country crossroad. Tall trees droop quietly onto the roadside looking almost like green waterfalls. A slight breeze rustles through them gently kicking up some dust from the disused road. An African American man, in his late 60’s is pacing by the side of the road. His beat up car is parked on the verge with the radio humming away to "Crossroads Blues" by Robert Johnson.

RADIO
“I went to the crossroad
fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, now
save poor Bob, if you please”

The man clasps his hands. Anxious. We see another man approach him. He is a tall man wearing a wide rimmed hat pulled down obscuring his face. He is also dressed in black but it is a long black coat. There is something different about him. The nervous man looks up.

NERVOUS MAN
Everyday for 50 years I thought of something new to say to you if I ever saw you again.
(beat)
Now I can’t think of a thing.

MAN IN BLACK
You always knew you’d be seeing me again.

NERVOUS MAN
Leave them be. The others. I’ll give you anything.
(beat)
Anything you want.

The Man in Black produces some cards from his pockets. He shuffles them back and forth, picking one from the deck he seems pleased at his choice.

MAN IN BLACK
(smiling)
I’ve already got what I want

He advances on the Nervous Man, who backs away cautiously. The Man In Black places his hands on the Nervous Man’s face.

NERVOUS MAN
No! Wait!….what are you doing?!

He slumps to the ground dead. In the car headlights we see the silhouette of the Man In Black bending over the body. He turns and walks back into the mist.

CLOSE UP of the dead man’s body. His eyes are missing leaving only burnt out sockets. Camera PANS downwards towards his chest. A large card, not unlike a tarot card is placed on his chest. A strange symbol imprinted upon it.

RADIO
(fading out)
“You can run, you can run
tell my friend-boy Willie Brown
Lord, that I'm standin' at the crossroad, babe
I believe I'm sinkin' down……………..”

SUPERNATURAL – “CROSSROADS”

INT. “PETE’S BARBERSHOP”. DAY


A small town barbershop. We PAN across the room. Seems pretty empty. An OLD MAN snoozing in the corner. The tranquility is broken by the low buzzing of an electric razor.

DEAN
Woah, ok steady on. I’d like to keep some skin too if I can.

Dean seated on the chair flicks a glance up at the BARBER, a kindly old gent who thankfully sees the humour.

BARBER
Just remember who has the razor sonny.

DEAN
And a damn fine job you’re doing with it too.

BARBER
You’re not from around here. You just passin’ through?

DEAN
Something like that.

BARBER
Something like that eh? Of course, there’s not much to keep the young folk around here. I see them around though.
(beat)
All the time just passing through.
(beat)
Kind of sad in a way.

DEAN
(running with the smalltalk)
It really is a nice little town you got here.

BARBER
Yeah. I wake up everyday in this nice little town. Every day this past sixty seven years.

DEAN
I think I’d go crazy.

BARBER
(working away)
Well some people are just born with the wanderlust and some aren’t. Sometimes I wish I could get outta this place.
(beat)
See the world.

Dean has heard this story so many times before.

DEAN
(feigning interest)
Oh yeah? Well my brother he -

BARBER
(continuing)
- Nothing worse then dying in a place you’ve never left.
(beat)
Terrible what happened to that Butler fella

DEAN
Well…………like I said I’m not from around here and….

The old man rambles on regardless.

BARBER
Just heard it on the radio. They took his eyes and everything.
(beat)
What is the world coming too?

Dean’s interest is piqued slightly.

DEAN
They what?

BARBER
Oh yeah. Found him at the old crossroads. They don’t use it anymore, nothing more than a dirt track now.
(beat)
Took his eyes and everything.

DEAN
Who took his eyes?

BARBER
Police don’t know I presume. Can’t say I’m interested in hearin’ stories like that.
(beat)
Chills the blood.

DEAN
You’re one hell of a storyteller Pete.

BARBER
Oh I’m not Pete.
(motioning to sleeping beauty in the corner)
He’s Pete.

INT. IMPALA

Sam appears to be dozing off in the passenger seat. He is woken abruptly by Dean opening the driver’s door.

DEAN
This town got a sleeping sickness or what?

SAM
(groggily)
What?

DEAN
Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you when we get there.

SAM
Get where?

DEAN
Leland. Heart of the Delta Blues

SAM
What’s in Leland?

DEAN
People who never stop asking questions. You’ll fit right in.

SAM
(still only half awake)
Why?
(looking at Dean’s new haircut)
Hey…..nice cut.

Dean smiles back ready to return a compliment about Sam’s hair. However after a long drive spent sleeping it’s not in great shape.

DEAN
And your…..
(beat)
….yeah.

Dean focuses on starting the car. With a low bellied rumble the Impala glides out onto the street.

INT. IMPALA, ROAD.

SAM
They took his eyes?

DEAN
That’s what the man said.

SAM
What makes you so impatient to get there?

DEAN
Are you kidding? Haven’t you been listening?

SAM
Yeah I listened while you told me about an obvious murder case

DEAN
And the whole crossroads angle just what…….passed you by?

SAM
I’m well aware of the crossroads myth. Every man and his grandfather has heard the story.

DEAN
The crossroads is where you make a pact with the devil. In exchange for…

SAM
……Your soul…

DEAN
And what are the windows to the soul?

Sam smiles, Dean’s got him this time.

SAM
How long until we get there?

DEAN
Only about half an hour

SAM
Good

Sam turns to go back to sleep.

DEAN
This is your own fault you know. Normal, rational people don’t stay up till four picking out the factual inaccuracies in “The Wolfman”
(beat)
It’s a classic, leave it alone.

SAM
Goodnight

Dean flicks on the radio. The sound jolts Sam awake to Dean’s laughter.

SAM
Jerk

DEAN
Life on the road Sam. How about a little local flavour?

Dean begins tuning the radio, static buzzes as he tunes in and out of various stations.

RADIO
Bzzzzzzzz…..and I told him that only the Lord can save him now!, What did you do Nella?….. I threw that no good son of a bitch out on his ass…..

DEAN
(nodding)
I would have done the same Nella

RADIO
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz……..subtle are the lies the devil tells and convincing are his words……bzzzzzzzzzz

DEAN
I’m beginning to see a theme here.
(turning back to the previous station)
I hope Nella isn’t gone….

SAM
I hope she is

RADIO
Bzzzz…………..you’re getting closer Sam

DEAN
(turning to Sam, smiling)
I will bring you to him

Sam gasps in astonishment. Out of the corner of his eye he spots a man in the middle of the road dressed in black.

SAM
Dean look out!

Dean laughing maniacally takes his hands off the wheel. Sam reaches across and desperately pulls the wheel to the right. The Impala careers off the road and smashes into a tree.

RADIO
You’re getting closer Sam……..

Sam jolts awake. He glances around him erratically, getting his bearings. He’s still in the Impala, Dean is still driving. Dean glances across and laughs at Sam’s disheveled hair.

DEAN
Dude I’d almost given up on you. You looked more like Van Winkle than Van Halen.

Sam says nothing , instead he reaches across and tunes in the radio. Typical radio chatter, certainly no talk about demons and devils and thankfully no more Nella.

DEAN
Bad dreams?

SAM
Something like that

DEAN
Well….

SAM
I dunno. I got a bad feeling. Just…
(motioning to the road)
keep your eyes peeled. That’s all.

DEAN
Right…….

INT. “THE SHADES” RETIREMENT HOME. DAY

An old man HARVEY WILLIAMS sits with his back to us. The TV is on. A young black nurse AMALAY walks into the room, pretty and talkative she greets the old man.

AMALAY
Hey, good morning Harv.

She walks to the window.

HARVEY
(playfully)
Is it?

AMALAY
Looks like it’s gonna be a fine day.

HARVEY
Gonna rain….

AMALAY
How do you know? That nose of yours?

HARVEY
(pointing)
Says so on the TV

The nurse looks at the TV, a weather man is excitedly pointing at regional maps. The all too familiar rain animations play across the screen. It doesn’t look good.

AMALAY
(smiling)
Doesn’t look good huh?

Camera now faces Harvey. We see that he is blind.

HARVEY
Not to me my dear.

The nurse sits down on a chair across from him.

HARVEY
You gonna read me a story?

AMALAY
If you behave.

The nurse pulls out a newspaper “The Leland Inquirer”.

AMALAY
I don’t know why you love this paper so much. Especially when it’s nothing to do with us.

HARVEY
I haven’t got any family left. It’s good to keep up with the only thing in my past that’s still around.
(beat)
Aside from my bad lungs.

Harvey almost chokes on a laugh. The nurse begins reading through the paper, Harvey nods along. She comes to the main headline “Crossroad Death Still Puzzles Police”.

AMALAY
(reading)
The initial feeling of loss surrounding the bizarre death of Jack Butler today gave way to anger and frustration from local residents as police continue to hunt for his elusive killer.

Jack Butler, the name shocks Harvey like an electric current. He grips the arm rests of his chair and listens intently.

AMALAY
While police admit to withholding certain aspects of the case, what is known, that the eyes were removed and the body dumped at a crossroads, has inspired rumour and rabid speculation…..
(beat)
Ugh, who would do that to an old man?

A grave expression crosses Harvey’s face.

HARVEY
Jack?……

AMALAY
Oh my god Harvey
(beat)
…..Did you know him?

A tear rolls down Harvey’s cheek.

HARVEY
Jack was…
(beat)
my friend

EXT. TOWN, STREETS

The Impala pulls off the street and comes to a stop. Dean and Sam get out. Sam looks around despondently.

SAM
So where do we start?


DEAN
We need some info on the dead guy right?

SAM
Yeah

DEAN
So where do all the great detectives start?

INT. BAR.

The door swings open and in struts Dean followed by Sam. The place looks like an old fashioned blues bar. The wailing tones of the blues float through the smoky air caressing the ears while old guitars and black and white photographs adorn the walls.

DEAN
Looks like the type of place alright.

The boys saunter to the bar and sit awkwardly on the stools. Looking around Sam gets the impression they look a little out of place. A BARTENDER approaches, he could almost be a part of the furniture.

DEAN
(cheerily)
Two beers please.

The bartender walks to the taps and begins pouring the boys two large beers.

DEAN
(to Sam)
I thought he was gonna ask me for ID

SAM
(smiling)
Yeah, even Dad would be considered young in this place.

Dean pulls up a newspaper article. He has certain paragraphs highlighted. He passes it to Sam.

DEAN
So what have we got?

SAM
(skipping through the highlighted points)
Emmm Mr Butler, African American, 67, found with missing eyes, car still running….

DEAN
Look at the location

SAM
(scanning)
……a crossroads

Sam stops. A gradual feeling of realization begins to smother him. He puts down the paper. He snaps out of it as the bartender places his beer down in front of him.

DEAN
Right. And you know what the strangest part is?

SAM
Huh?

DEAN
That name, it’s so familiar

SAM
What name?

DEAN
The victim's name. I just can’t place it.
(beat)
What’s up with you? You’ve been acting squirrelly all morning.

SAM
I dunno. It’s like you know when you have a dream, but you can’t quite remember what it is?

DEAN
(taking a sip)
You been hoping on the vision train again?

SAM
It’s probably nothing. If it was important I would remember it.

BARTENDER
Anything else boys?

DEAN
Uh, yeah.

Dean slips the article across the bar.

DEAN
You wouldn’t happen to know this guy would you?

The bartender stares back, grimly.

BARTENDER
Anything else?

DEAN
………Ah, no, thank you.

Dean and Sam seem to be gathering attention from the wizened old men dotted about the bar.

DEAN
Ever get the feeling you’re being watched?

SAM
Constantly

DEAN
I don’t think we’ll be getting anything here. Let’s go before they find our Zimmer frame battered corpses in the bingo hall.

Dean and Sam get up to leave. As Sam is passing by he is grabbed by an old black guy

OLD BLACK GUY
Looks like Old Jack went down to pay the devil his dues!

His wrinkled face cracks into a smile as Sam shrugs him off gently, a little freaked out, and follows Dean out the door.

EXT. BAR.

Dean and Sam walk back to the Impala.

DEAN
Well that was about as cryptic as I’d hoped. Who’s your friend?

SAM
I don’t know. This whole thing creeps me out.

INT. TRAIN, NIGHT

A pretty young ATTENDANT emerges from a compartment, she walks down the corridor and pokes her head inside another one.

ATTENDANT
Everything ok sir?

An old man BUB JENKINS is the only occupant here and he looks up from his newspaper. He seems startled by the sudden interruption.

JENKINS
Oh fine, fine thank you.

The attendant smiles and slides the door shut. Jenkins takes off his glasses and wipes the lenses. He puts them back on. There is now a MAN dressed in black sitting directly across from him. Jenkins is startled.

JENKINS
Who are you?

The man in black tips his hat and removes some cards from his pocket.

MAN IN BLACK
You know who I am.

Worried, Jenkins looks down at the cards. The man is shuffling them over and over again.

JENKINS
What…..what are you doing?

MAN IN BLACK
Playing a little game
(beat)
Do you like games Bub? The stakes are high.

JENKINS
(getting to his feet)
I’m calling for help

MAN IN BLACK
Sit down

Jenkins finds himself unable to get up

MAN IN BLACK
Thirteen cards, two arcanas, one …how would you call it?
(smiling)
ace?

JENKINS
I don’t believe in you. This isn’t happening.

MAN IN BLACK
I don’t care what you believe.
(beat)
Fact is you’ve done something Bub, and now you’re going to pay the price.

JENKINS
That was a long time ago. We were just kids!
(beat)
It didn’t mean anything……..

The man in black produces a card from the deck.

MAN IN BLACK
Au contraire…


INT. CORRIDOR

The attendant, thinking she can hear raised voices opens the door to Jenkin's compartment.

ATTENDANT
Sir? Are you alright?………

She slides open the doors and screams





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