Season Two

Episode Four: Man Of War

By Booser

Act One

 

EXT. THE “INDY” MARINE ARCHAELOGICAL RESEARCH VESSEL- DAY

ANCHOR BAY. NORTH CAROLINA...

CLOSE UP on a diving mask as the camera pulls back to reveal the mask being snapped on by a fully suited diver sitting on the side of a vessel, obviously he is preparing to go overboard.

POV. AMATEUR CAMERA

VOICE (O.S.)
Say hi Rich.

The diver waves at the camera in a cheesy fashion.

VOICE (O.S.)
Uh hi folks this is update report number two. As I speak we are right above the wreck of the HMS Persephone, probably the most famous wreck in the Anchor Bay area.

POV. NORMAL

We can see that the narrator is a young bearded man JACK FRAKES. He is speaking directly into the camera.

FRAKES
The Persephone visited Davy Jones’s locker here in 1644 after coming off second best in a battle with the pirate ship The Red Hand captained by the dreaded Benjamin Briggs. Briggs had a reputation for being as crazy as he was brilliant, but you have to wonder how much is legend and how much is fact.
(smiles)
Which is why we’re here right? Our seal boy here is going under on a little reconnaissance mission for us.
(beat)
Isn’t that right seal boy?

Rich gives the ok signal to the camera and tumbles off the side of the boat, entering the water below with a SPLASH! Frakes, camera in hand, walks over the side of the boat and watches the descent.

FRAKES
Despite it’s reputation as a world class diving site very little of the Persephone has been explored. Part of that may be the fact that it lies under 165 feet of Atlantic water, too deep to be examined by recreational divers. Another reason may be the fact that according to local Anchor Bay lore….

EXT. UNDER WATER

We see Rich descending deeper and deeper into the mire. He switches on his under water search light.

FRAKES (V.O.)
The wreck of the Persephone is haunted

EXT. DECK

Frakes puts down the camera for a second.

FRAKES
(smiling)
We always could pick ‘em.

One of Frake’s assistants ANDREA MORALES, a pretty brunette fresh out of college walks across. Her arms are folded and she carries a skeptical expression.

MORALES
I just hope he remembers how to work the damn hydroscope this time.

FRAKES
Rich is a diver not a technician. Relax, he knows what he’s doing.

Frakes glances over at another assistant.

ASSISTANT
Not long now.

FRAKES
(with a smile)
I swear the guy can sink like a stone.

EXT. UNDERWATER WRECK

Rich swims closer and closer to the looming shadow of the wreck. Rotted planks of wood jut out at impossible angles. Something made matchwood of this ship. Rich’s eyes strain to see.

P.O.V UNDERWATER CAMERA

We are now seeing through Rich’s hydroscope. The camera pans across the decayed exterior of the ship. We spot a large hole in the hull. The camera turns to darkness as Rich enters inside.

INT. SHIP.

P.O.V. NORMAL

The beam of light from Rich’s lamp cuts a swathe through the inky blackness. He swims deeper and deeper into the belly of the ship. Something makes him stop. He cocks his head in curiosity and reaches out to grab something.

EXT. “INDY”, DECK

Frakes once again takes up his camera to provide commentary for his field report.

FRAKES
As you are aware there are several factors which affect the rate of decay of a shipwreck. The depth of the water, the construction materials of the ship, and the salinity. One of the mysteries we will attempt to solve on this trip is why a wooden ship almost four hundred years old can be so well preserved in under 165 feet of heavily salted water.
(beat)
At the moment your guess is as good as mine.

The camera begins to buzz and white out with static.

FRAKES
What now?

MORALES
(motioning to the back of the ship)
Looks like we got a fog bank rolling in Jack.

The small crew gathers at the back of the boat.

MORALES
Bad one too.

A huge, dense bank of fog is heading straight for the Indy, rolling over the waters relentlessly.

ASSISTANT
Jesus Jack, look at it go!

Frakes continues to struggle with the camera.

FRAKES
I gotta get this.

MORALES
We have to get Rich back up here.

FRAKES
(enraptured)
Yeah, yeah we will…….

Frakes walks forward with camera in hand towards the fog.

ASSISTANT
Hey Jack, you ok?

Frakes stares into the fog, suddenly his eyes widen.

FRAKES
Oh my god!

EXT. SURFACE- LATER

Rich breaks the surface of the water. He removes his goggles and looks around him. He spots the Indy bobbing gently on the sea. Everything is calm.

RICH
Hey!

No reply.

RICH
Jack! Over here! Andrea!

With a puzzled look on his face he begins to swim towards the ship.

EXT. “INDY” DECK

He climbs on board. There is no one around.

RICH
You’re not gonna believe this! Hey!
(waits)
Yeah very professional guys.

He peers inside the cabin, but still no sign of anyone, living or dead. He continues to search the ship but finds no trace of any living thing.

RICH
(to himself)
Where the hell is everyone?

SUPERNATURAL – “Man of War”

INT. BATHROOM- DAY

THREE MONTHS LATER...

CLOSE UP on water swirling around in the sink. PAN UP to reveal Sam Winchester drying off his face with a towel. He turns to exit but something draws him back to his own reflection. He stands there, transfixed by his own image, staring deeply into his own eyes. He runs his fingers across the subtle folds in his face.

A KNOCK! at the bathroom door.

DEAN (O.S)
God dammit Sam, even Mom didn’t take this long in the bathroom.

Startled, Sam spins around.

SAM
Yeah, hang on.

He opens the door, only to see Dean rushing past. Dean locks himself in the bathroom..

DEAN (O.S.)
Oh yeah.
(beat)
That’s the good stuff.

Sam sits down on the bed and notices Dean's duffle bag. Some of its contents have spilled onto the mattress.

SAM
(sarcastically)
You're a neat packer.

DEAN (O.S.)
Huh?

Sam notices some notes and newspaper clippings. He takes them out and begins to read them. Dean exits the bathroom.

SAM
(holding up the clippings)
What's this?

DEAN
Oh…

He continues packing.

DEAN
Nothing.

SAM
(reading)
Anchor Bay tragedy recalls ghost of Mary Celeste?
(beat)
University diving crew in vanishing mystery?
(beat)
You've been keeping up with this stuff?

DEAN
Oh that…
(beat)
I thought you meant the bag. It's genuine hemp you know.

SAM
Dean!
(holding up a clipping)
This is a job.

Dean takes the clippings from Sam's hand.

DEAN
Was a job.

SAM
What do you mean? Aren't you interested?

DEAN
Of course I am, but -

Dean pauses, Sam notices.

SAM
But you're worried about me aren't you?

Dean half ignores Sam's statement and continues stuffing clothes in his bag.

DEAN
It's too soon for you Sammy thats all.

SAM
You don't think I get a say in that?

Sam stands up.

SAM
I'm ready Dean.

Dean stops and faces Sam.

DEAN
I've no doubt you think you are Sammy, but you can't rush back into these things. This isn't easing yourself back into life at the office. You know how dangerous our job is.

SAM
That's why I wanna get back out there Dean! You can't keep me wrapped in cotton wool. Do you think I like dwelling on this? To have nothing else to think about then what happened?
(beat)
I don’t know how many more motel rooms and Munster's reruns I can take.
(beat)
I'm climbing the walls man.

Dean contemplates this for a while and sighs. Maybe Sam was right as much as he hated to admit it. He produces the clippings and lays them out on the bed. Sam shoots Dean a relieved smile.

DEAN
You know of the Mary Celeste right?

SAM
I may still have cobwebs Dean, I don't have Alzheimers.

DEAN
(shrugs)
Same deal.

SAM
Could you be a bit more specific?

DEAN
Alright get this. Four people set sail on an archaeological research boat doing a preliminary study on an old shipwreck. Calm day, no storm, no quells, no nothing. Four people set out. No one comes back.

SAM
They’re all gone?

DEAN
The boat was found derelict, no signs of life on board. Even the woodlice were dead.

SAM
Really?

DEAN
Look Sam you sure about this?

SAM
Yeah.
(beat)
Yeah, I think so…

He smiles weakly.

SAM
Back in the saddle right?

Dean returns the smile and gives Sam a playful pat on the shoulder as he gets up.

DEAN
Back in the saddle man. It'll be like old times.

Sam is left alone and thoughtful on the bed.

SAM
(to himself)
Old times.

EXT. TOWN- EVENING

REMINGTON. NORTH CAROLINA...

The Impala chugs through a small, sleepy fishing village.

MUSIC CUE - "Back in the Saddle" – Aerosmith

Driving by the quay we see boats and ships moored to the docks, while fishermen go about their business tying up their ships for the night.

INT. IMPALA

Dean glances out the window.

DEAN
Nice little place. Too nice. You just know it’s hiding a secret. They always are

Sam is reading off his laptop.

SAM
Welcome to Remington, Home of Ian “Jolly” Rogers, legendary banjo player and the world’s third largest ball of string….

DEAN
We hit the jackpot on this one Sammy.

SAM
There’s a lot of history here. A lot.

DEAN
Gimme the gist.

SAM
You hear of Benjamin Briggs?

DEAN
The pirate right?

SAM
Yeah, his ship ‘The Red Hand’ ambushed and sank the H.M.S. Persephone out in Anchor Bay in 1644. It was a pretty famous battle.

DEAN
And that happened here?

SAM
(motions to the sea)
Out there, yes.

DEAN
Didn’t he light his beard on fire too?

SAM
Supposedly.

DEAN
I bet that was a bitch to recreate for fancy dress.

Dean glances across at Sam. The dry humor, the cheesy jokes weren’t working. They usual didn’t but this was different. Dean’s grin fades.

DEAN
Let’s check in somewhere.

INT. “BRIGG’S INN”

Dean and Sam enter the welcoming area. The place looks like a themed pirate night.

SAM
Of all the places we could have stayed….

Dean ignores Sam and struts to the check in desk. It’s manned by a jaded young receptionist.

DEAN
Two please.

RECEPTIONIST
(bored)
That’ll be twenty shillings.

DEAN
Excuse me?

RECEPTIONIST
Just gimme me thirty five dollars.
(reluctantly)
Ye old dollars.

DEAN
(smiling)
Cute.

RECEPTIONIST
Sure.

Sam walks by.

SAM
Nice place you got here.

RECEPTIONIST
Bite me.

DEAN
(to himself)
I’m gonna like it here…

INT. “BRIGG’S INN”. BAR. NIGHT

Sam sits alone at a table. Dean scuttles over, balancing two beer glasses.

DEAN
Drink up me hearty.

Sam smiles gingerly.

SAM
The novelty is gonna wear off sooner or later.

DEAN
What novelty is that?

SAM
Everything named after pirates.

DEAN
Yeah I know. Look I was thinking tomorrow we go talk to the guys that salvaged it. A cargo boat called The Hesperus captained by a guy called Dwight Dreyfuss, they found the Indy and tugged her in.

SAM
Why not tonight?

DEAN
(surprised)
We just got here.

SAM
And when has that stopped us before?

DEAN
I just thought it would be nice, just to, you know…
(beat)
Hang.

Sam laughs.

SAM
Hang?!

DEAN
(smiling awkwardly)
What’s so funny?

SAM
You’re putting in so much effort. It’s cute.

DEAN
Effort?

SAM
You know what I mean. Besides I think piracy might still be alive and well in this place.

Dean glances around the bar. Confused.

SAM
It’s the oldest trick in the book. Salvaging ships leaves itself wide open to corruption. How many times have you heard of seemingly abandoned ships which turn out to be murder scenes?

DEAN
You saying that the crew was murdered or the disappearance is a cover to what… claim money?

SAM
Insurance, salvage, compensation. Who knows it’s just a thought.

DEAN
Right. And research boats are a treasure trove for capital investment.

SAM
Maybe they found something…
(takes a sip of beer)
Valuable.

DEAN
Maybe. Or just maybe there’s more to this story then meets the eye. It's not like this stretch of sea doesn't have previous…

SAM
Piracy?

DEAN
No, disappearances. Going all the way back to the 1600's. Briggs's ship itself was never found. All in all almost forty ships and twenty five hundred people have gone missing in or around Anchor Bay in four hundred years. Now I'm no mathematician but that's…
(tries some calculations in his head)
A lot.

SAM
We could be looking at a window area like the Bermuda Triangle, or maybe another Hell Gate?

DEAN
I don't think so. There's some intelligence at work here. Look at this…

Dean points to some of Sam's notes.

DEAN
USS Titan disappears November 17th 1923 with a loss of all 298 on board. How do you lose something that weighs 18,000 tons?

Sam takes a sip of his beer.

DEAN (CONT'D)
1934 The Rhodesia, 34 on board, 1938 Constance Two - 56 on board, 1940 USS Stormbreaker, 200 souls lost, 1943 -

SAM
Ok! I get the message

DEAN
Something is swallowing these ships Sam. With so much loss of life, how can this spot NOT be haunted? The place must be like frickin' spook central.

SAM
You've done your homework. I'm impressed.

DEAN
It never took much to impress you Sammy. Your clothes are testament to that.

CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal an old woman sitting at the bar. She shoots the Winchester boys a menacing glance.

EXT. DOCKSIDE. DAY

Dean and Sam are walking down the dockside amid the hustle and bustle of busy seamen.

DEAN
Well there’s no shortage of sailors here if you’re looking for a good time.

SAM
Start with the seaman jokes Dean and you can drive back by yourself.

Dean spots the boat they are looking for.

DEAN
(still smiling, nodding)
Hey, head’s up.

They walk across to the boat. Men are loading crates on board, they don’t seem to notice the Winchesters.

DEAN
Hey! We’re looking for Dwight Dreyfuss?

A SAILOR stops and looks down.

SAILOR
That’s nice.

He continues with his work

DEAN
(to Sam)
So much for that ol’ sailor hospitality.

SAM
Your captain right? Can you tell us where he is?

The sailor nods further up the docks. Dean and Sam walk away without a word.

SAILOR
Don’t mention it

Dean and Sam spot a middle aged, bearded gent walking briskly towards them. Dean motions to the Hesperus.

DEAN
That your boat?

DREYFUSS
(suspiciously)
Who’s asking?

DEAN
Us, we’re from Frake’s faculty.

Dreyfuss looks confused.

SAM
The guys that disappeared?

DREYFUSS
I’m sorry for your loss.

He brushes past Dean and Sam on his way to the boat.

DEAN
We were just wondering if we could ask you about it?
(beat)
The disappearance I mean.

DREYFUSS
I don’t know much about what happened. I can’t be of any use to you.

Sam edges closer to Dreyfuss.

SAM
Yeah, but you found the boat. You were the first on the scene.

DREYFUSS
I doubt I was.

DEAN
What do you mean by that?

DREYFUSS
(smiles)
Like I said. You know why they call this stretch of water the graveyard of the Atlantic?

SAM
North Carolina has a reputation –

DREYFUSS
I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about Anchor Bay. We don’t get much attention down here, nor do we want it. There’s something strange about those waters. Always has been.

Dreyfuss hauls himself onto his boat.

DREYFUSS
Makes people steer clear, especially of things they deem to be…
(beat)
Unnatural.

DEAN
You think the derelict was unnatural?

SAM
What the hell happened out there?

Dreyfuss sighs.

DREYFUSS
You boys just aren’t gonna go away are you?

DEAN
(grins)
No sir.

Dreyfuss motions for him to board the ship.

DREYFUSS
God damn barnacles.

Dean shoots Sam a sly glance. They always get their way. The Winchesters climb on board Dreyfuss’s boat, eager to hear his story.

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