Episode Nine: Hellmaster

By Booser

Part Two

 

INT. CHURCH. DAY

We open to a priest neatly arranging things on an altar. The camera circles around him until we can see Fr. Suazo and John standing behind him. The priest looks up and sighs.

PRIEST
Youíve come to ask about the dead man.

JOHN
How did you know?

PRIEST
Youíre not the first to knock at these doors, wanting to know what happened that night.

The priest turns round to face his two inquisitors. Fr Suazo speaks up.

FR. SUAZO
My name is Fr. David Suazo
(motioning to John)
This is John Winchester

PRIEST
Iím not sure I can be of anymore help Father. Iíve told the police all I know.

JOHN
This man, did you know him?

The priest shakes his head no.

PRIEST
He was a stranger to me. But we are a large church, I hear a lot of confessions, a lot of strange things.

JOHN
As strange as this?

PRIEST
No.
(turns to Fr. Suazo)
Surely father Suazo, you arenít going to ask me the contents of his confessions? You know as well as I do the sanctity of the sacrament of confession.

FR. SUAZO
(shaking his head)
Was there anything else you can recall? Anything out of the ordinary no matter how trivial?

PRIEST
(sighing)
I didnít tell the police this because
(beat)
Well, I wasnít too sure

FR. SUAZO
What was it?

PRIEST
While I was sitting there, while he was talking, I got the impression he was, or had been a priest.

JOHN
A priest?

PRIEST
Some of the things he said, the way he said them, like talking about the gospels, about the truth.

JOHN
What truth?

PRIEST
I donít know. He wouldnít say. He asked for forgiveness for what he had done. I had some other men here this morning asking about him.
(beat)
They believe as I do

FR. SUAZO
What do you believe?

PRIEST
That this man...

INT. MORGUE. CORRIDOR

John and Fr. Suazo trudge down a dark yet glistening corridor. The odor of death hangs heavily in the air. A few yards ahead of them a morgue attendant swings some keys and whistles.

PRIEST (V.O.)(CONT'D)
Was touched by God.

INT. MORGUE.

The swing door opens with a characteristic WOOSH. We look upon a seemingly empty morgue.

ATTENDANT
Got your guy over here.

The attendant walks across to a series of steel drawers. With a pause he slides open the heavy tray. John and Fr. Suazo now face a corpse covered in a white shroud.

ATTENDANT
A damn shame. Dying alone?
(shaking his head)
Gotta be hell

FR. SUAZO
(turning to the attendant)
Could we have a minute please?

ATTENDANT
Sure

The attendant walks away leaving the two men staring at the body. Fr Suazo gingerly lifts back the shroud covering the head.

FR. SUAZO
Oh my godÖÖ..

JOHN
What is it?

FR. SUAZO
I know this man

John watches on in bewilderment as Fr. Suazo opens the dead manís mouth and begins feeling around. He steps back and wipes his forehead. Worried.

INT. LIBRARY.

A large private library. Books are scattered in a disorganized fashion around the room.

CLOSE UP : Of several books revealing covers indicating arcane and occult themes.

Camera PANS across to Dean wrapped up in his reading. Sam sits near by. He suppresses a yawn.

SAM
This is a waste of time

DEAN
I never thought Iíd hear you say learning was a waste of time

SAM
Yeah but thereís a time and a place. Dad and Fr Suazo are out there right now looking for answers

DEAN
Fr. S knows what heís doing

SAM
I donít doubt that. I just donít know why we canít be there with them

DEAN
Itís called not putting all your eggs in one basket. If they find out anything theyíll call and we can follow it up

SAM
I donít know how you can do this

DEAN
What?

SAM
Be so calm, soÖ
(beat)
trusting

DEAN
Iíve hunted with the man for years. So did you

SAM
Something just feels off

DEAN
Of course somethingís off. We wouldnít be here otherwise

SAM
You know what I mean

DEAN
Would you relax. You wanna bother someone try finding Nala.
(beat)
Oh and grab me one of her salsa tortillas while youíre at it

SAM
Youíre unbelievable

DEAN
Canít fight hellspawn on an empty stomach. Maybe thatís why youíre so skinny and lanky?

SAM
Maybe youíre short and stumpy?

DEAN
Whatever. You know the attractive brother is always right

Sam gets up to leave

SAM
Thatís true.
(beat)
I am always right

DEAN
(under his breath)
Smartass

INT. CORRIDOR

A dilapidated apartment corridor. The building isnít exactly up market with creaky floorboards and peeling wallpaper. John Winchester and Fr. Suazo edge towards a battered looking door.

JOHN
I didnít know a priestís salary was this bad

FR. SUAZO
Priests donít have a salary

INT. APARTMENT

The door swings open. We see John and Fr. Suazo peer into the dank room. Cautiously they step inside.

JOHN
JesusÖ.

Camera PANS across the room. The tiny apartment is in a state of extreme disarray. Fr Suazo walks across to the windows. Old and dirty it looks like they havenít been cleaned in years. Scraps of paper are stuck to the glass, the edges are being blown gently in the wind. Fr Suazo snatches one page and peers closely at it.

FR SUAZO
To him that over cometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God

JOHN
Revelations?

FR SUAZO
Chapter 2, verse 7

JOHN
This place is like a shrine. Or a religious shark cage.
(beat)
DavidÖ.

Fr Suazo continues to look around himself, amazed.

JOHN
(forcefully)
David?

Fr. Suazo
What?

JOHN
Whatís going on? You said things were worse then you thought?

Fr SUAZO
They are

JOHN
How bad?

FR SUAZO
Worse case scenario?

JOHN
What about it?

FR SUAZO
Itís here

John stands there for a moment contemplating what was said. Fr. Suazo rummages through some drawers. He pulls out a bottle of pills. CLOSE UP of the label. It reads ďCarbatrolĒ.

JOHN
What'd you find?

FR SUAZO
(stares at the label)
Carbatrol?

JOHN
What is that?

FR SUAZO
I donít know. But look here
(points)
This bottle was prescribed last week
(stares at John)
But the bottle is empty

INT. LIBRARY

CLOSE UP of Samís face, talking on the phone.

SAM
Thatís right. Carbatrol, also branded as Tegretol, itís an anticonvulsant.

INT. CORRIDOR

JOHN
An anticonvulsant? Whatís it used for?

INT. LIBRARY

SAM
Well thatís the interesting part. Itís used to treat parasomnia

JOHN (O.S.)
Parasomnia?

SAM
Yeah, basically a violent form of sleep walking in which the sufferer acts out their dreams

INT. CORRIDOR

JOHN
Is it dangerous?

SAM (O.S.)
Kinda, why?

JOHN
Well what do you mean kinda?

INT. LIBRARY

SAM
(reading from his computer screen)
Em, well a person can perform everyday actions as normal because the body isnít paralyzed, but symptoms can range from acting in bizarre ways to violent seizures and fits

JOHN (O.S.)
Could someone bite off their own tongue during one of these fits?

SAM
Itís possible I guess

INT. HALLWAY

JOHN
It turns out our John Doeís name is Father Eric Walken, an old friend of Davidís

INT. LIBRARY

SAM
(excitedly)
Thatís great! Well I mean itís not great for DavidÖ.but itís great for what weÖ.itís a leadÖ

INT. HALLWAY

JOHN
Thatís not all. It seems our guy who confessed so much in the church
(beat)
Was actually missing his tongue

INT. LIBRARY

Camera lingers on Samís face for a moment. Confused.

JOHN
Listen Sam, I want you and Dean to do something for meÖ

INT. HALLWAY, LATER

John hastily hangs up. He turns around to be met by Fr. Suazo who is exiting the apartment.

JOHN
Whyíd he do it David?

FR SUAZO
(shaking his head)
I donít know

CLOSE UP of a book nestled in Fr. Suazo hands. It looks like a diary. David Suazo hands it to John.

FR SUAZO
The last entry
(beat)
Look at it

Fr Suazo turns away, deep in thought. John flicks through the yellowed pages of the tattered diary.

JOHN
(reading aloud)
ďThe written word holds the power. Itís also all I have left to communicate with. The pen is mightier then the sword, but is it mightier then God? Iím scared, but also determined. I know what I have to do. Iím scared however for the flock. The Sheperd is gone and the wolves are circling. Itís dark. Night is coming. I can hear them in the distance, their howls drawing closer. We can do nothing now but wait.Ē

John looks up from the book and mouths the final words.

JOHN
(alarmed)
ďThey are comingĒ

INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT

Camera pans across the darkened room. The air is deathly still, not even the faintest noise from outside seems to pollute the scene. Two beds lie side by side, their occupants fast asleep.

CLOSE UP of a door handle. We hear the faint scratches and clicks indicating it is being picked.

CLOSE UP of a manís eyes. Like a switch they flick open.

The door opens softly and a dark figure glides into the room followed by others. We see the silhouettes of the four figures stand over the two beds. They produce silencers from their jackets and without hesitation fire into the beds. BANG! BANG! BANG! One shadow steps forward, pulling the covers back he is enraged to see nothing but pillows forming the shape of a person. Suddenly from behind he is jumped by man and sent crashing to the ground. The lone figure then dives for cover under a hail of gunfire from the surprised intruders. Taking shelter behind a corner the moonlight illuminates the face of John Winchester as he loads and readies his 9mm.

VOICE (O.S)
John!

Johnís eyeís widen in fear. Theyíve got David!

John wheels away from the corner taking aim at the cluster of figures in front of him. Even in the dark the experienced hunter cannot make out who is who.

CLOSE UP of Fr Suazo being held by an unknown man. From behind the shape of a sickle rises. SQUEELCH as we see a long curved blade explode from the chest of another of the intruders. The would-be murderer holding Fr. Suazo drops his prey and spins around only to be quickly decapitated.

FR. SUAZO
Oh God! No!

Horrified, The remaining intruders open fire in blind panic spraying the room with bullets. Through the flashes of gunfire with see glimpses of hooded figures, of large bloodied blades, and of faces contorted in masks of death.

John crawls along the ground, inching himself closer to Fr. Suazo.
JOHN
David! Quickly!

FR SUAZO
(frozen in fear)

(beat)
I canít!

JOHN
Thereís no time!

Fr. Suazoís face turns to John. His expression one of complete hopelessness.

FR SUAZO
No time left for me

JOHN
You donít mean that
(shouting at intruders)
Who are you?!

Low guttural voices reply in unison

VOICES
We are many

In a flash Fr. Suazo is gone, carried away by the sickle wielding beings leaving John Winchester alone and devastated.





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