06x14 - Mannequin 3: The Reckoning

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6.14 Mannequin 3: The Reckoning

Air Date: 18 Feb 2011

Teaser

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE

(Sam is unconscious on the floor, Dean shakes him)

Dean: Sam? Sam. S-Sam? Oh, come on.

(Dean shakes Sam more forcefully) Sammy! Come on, come on. Come on, damn it.

(Sam's eyes open. Hellfire flickers in them and then fades out)

Sam: [ groans, exhales sharply ]

Dean: Hey, hey, hey, you with me?

Sam: [ breathes deeply, groans ]

Dean: (hauls Sam off the floor)

Come on. Come on, got to get you out of here.

Sam: [ grunts ]

INT. COLLEGE SCIENCE LAB

( A janitor mops the floor, he hears a noise from behind him, then sees blood dripping on the floor by his mop. The blood is coming from a cut that his appeared on his forehead)

JANITOR

What the...( as he exhales he sees his breath) Who's there?!

( the janitor runs and then screams as he is att*cked by an anatomy dummy)

ACT I

EXT. STREET

Sam: (groans lightly while pinching the bridge of his nose)

Dean: How you feel?

Sam: Like I got hit by a...planet.

Dean: Well, lucky for you, I'm a Doctor. I got joe, grub, and...

(Dean holds up and shakes a container of pills)

Sam: What are they?

Dean: Effective.

Sam: I'm okay. Thanks.

Dean: Suit yourself.

Sam: [ exhales sharply ]So, how long was I out, again?

Dean: I'm telling you, like two or three minutes. Why, what'd it feel like

to you?

Sam: About a week, give or take.

Dean: You want to talk about it?

Sam: "It"?

Dean: Yeah, whatever that was. I mean, it was like you were freakin' electrocuted.

Sam: Look, I mean, it wasn't fun, but I-I'm...Fine.

Dean: Fine. It was Hell, wasn't it? You got a big, fat faceful of hell. Ever cross your mind that you could've d*ed?

Sam: Oh, come on.

Dean: I'm serious. And none of this "it's just a flesh wound" crap. 'cause we did it your way. We let you go explore, and every bad thing that I said would happen happened. So guess what -- Past stays past. We're not kicking that wall again.

Sam: So I'm supposed to just ignore it?

Dean: Yes.

Sam: Dean...I might've done...who knows what, and you want me to just forget about it?

Dean: You shove it down, and you let it come out in spurts of v*olence and alcoholism.

Sam: That sounds healthy.

Dean: Well, works for me.

Sam: [ sighs ]

Dean: It's not a joke. Your life is on the line here, Sam. This is not a debate.

I mean, first you were a-a soulless dickbag, and now you're not.

So we good?

Sam: Yeah. Sure.

Dean: Good. Well, let's get your mind off it, shall we? You, uh, up for a job?

Sam: Well, what do you got?

Dean: Janitor m*rder*d in a college lab last night. Doors were locked, nobody else in or out of the building.

Sam: Great. Where to?

Dean: Paterson, New Jersey. Hey, maybe we'll have a Snooki sighting. (Chuckles)

Sam: What's a Snooki?

Dean: That is a good question.

INT. COLLEGE SCIENCE LAB

(Dean looks at an anatomy dummy and starts removing pieces)

Dean: Check it out. This thing's friggin' awesome! (hands Sam the plastic heart from the dummy) Be my valentine.

Sam: Dude, we're working. Put it back.

Dean: Have a heart.

Sam: Dean!

Dean: [ laughs ]Buzz k*ll. [ sniffs ]You smell sulfur?

Sam: Yeah, we're in a science lab.

Dean: Right.

( Dean checks his phone and sees that Lisa is calling him)

Sam: Who is it?

( Dean rejects the call)

Sam: So, Lisa?

Dean: Maybe you should mind your own business.

Sam: What's wrong with just talking to her, Dean?

Dean: Thanks, Dr. Laura. That's -- that's very insightful. Look at that --

our time's up.

(Sam's EMF meter goes off)

Sam: Hey.

Dean: Whoa. Ghosts gone wild. Something's up in here.

Sam: Question is, what?

Dean: Sam, good news. ( gesturing at the security camera) Big brother's watching.

( they watch the security footage)

INT. Impala

Dean: Hey. [ clears throat ]So, what'd you find out from the, uh, mop jockey's girlfriend?

Sam: [ sighs ]nothing. Just how great he was -- went to church, donated to charity, rubbed her feet during "Glee."

Dean: I just threw up in my mouth.

Sam: Sorry. Anyway, I checked his record -- spotless. What about the science building? Anything?

Dean: Built in '05. Nothing weird about the land. Before this, the biggest mishap was some genius accidentally spilled sulfuric acid on his crotch. They don't even dissect anything good in there. Anything bigger than Kermit, they use an iPad.

Sam: So we got nothing?

Dean: Yeah, a big steaming pile of it.

INT. MANNEQUIN FACTORY - NIGHT

SECURITY Guard

Hello? Who's there?! Jonny?! [ Chuckles ]Is that you?!

[ gasps ]Okay. Ha ha, very funny. What the hell? (security guard is stabbed by a mannequin) Oh!

ACT II

INT. MANNEQUIN FACTORY - DAY

( the EMF meter goes off )

Sam: Dean?

Dean: Yeah?

Sam: This thing's humming.

Dean: Hmm.

Sam: Wait. That anatomy dummy you were molesting at the lab.

Dean: Excuse me?

Sam: What if that's what this is about?

Dean: What exactly are you accusing me of?

Sam: I don't mean that. I mean, there was an anatomy dummy there, and here...

Dean: You're joking. You're not joking. Okay, uh, so, what, we've got -- we've got

a bunch of k*ller dolls like...Chucky? I mean, come on, that's -- that's just...Friggin' creepy.

Sam: I mean, if ghosts can possess humans and -- and move objects, why can't they possess this?

Dean: I suppose. But riddle me this, bat boy --Ghosts aren't exactly known

for hopping county lines, right?

Sam: True.

Dean: This one hits up a college and now a factory, what, three towns over? 

Sam: Doesn't add up.

Dean: So we dig. Over there. (Dean waves his hand in front of a mannequin's face) I don't like the way Kim Cattrall's lookin' at me.

INT. OFFICE

Dean: Well, this dead guy's as squeaky clean as the last dead guy. I can't find a speck of dirt on him. You?

Sam: Nothing. [ sighs ]Hmm. (looking at an article on the computer) Well, here's a speck. Uh, seamstress named Rose Brown went missing over a year ago. Uh, cops just gave up on her. Last seen at the factory, presumed dead. Survived by sister Isabel.

Dean: 50 bucks -- vengeful spirit.

Sam: Pay sis a visit? All right.

(Dean's cellphone rings. It's Lisa calling)

Sam: Answer it.

Dean: (answers his phone) Lisa?

BEN

(via phone) Finally. I've been calling.

Dean: Ben? What are you --

BEN

something's wrong with mom.

Dean: What are you talking about?

BEN

It's bad, Dean.

Dean: Define "bad."

BEN

I-I don't know. S-she won't talk to me.

Dean: All right, put her on the phone.

BEN

She won't come to the phone.

Dean: Ben, get your mom and put her on the phone.

BEN

I-I-I can't. Her door's locked. She barely gets out of bed. I'm not kidding. Please just -- just come help me. I-I don't know what to do.

Dean: All right, let me call you back.

BEN

Dean --

Dean: -five minutes.

EXT. MANNEQUIN FACTORY

Dean: Come on, man, I-I can't just leave.

Sam: Dude, you got to leave.

Dean: Yeah, but we're talking life or death here.

Sam: Right. I can handle it for 24 hours, Dean. I get you want to bury it. But I had to deal with my past year. You got to deal with yours.

Dean: Oh, yeah, and that worked so great for you.

Sam: Come on. (watches Dean get into the Impala)

INT. ISABEL's APARTMENT

Sam: So, you and Rose were close, huh?

ISABEL

Very. Our parents d*ed when we were little, so we had each other.

Sam: What was she like?

ISABEL

Um, kind...giving. She had the biggest heart. But people gave her a hard time.

Sam: How come?

ISABEL

She was shy, a little awkward. I guess that made her an easy target. I feel like I've been defending her my whole life.

Sam: I'm sure she appreciated it.

ISABEL

Well, it went both ways. She did more for me than anybody else ever could. I just miss her.

Sam: Um, may I? (Sam is touching a photo album on the coffee table)

ISABEL

Sure. Please. Oh, it's a company Christmas party a couple years back.

Sam: Wait, you work at Salzman & Sons, too?

ISABEL

Well, everybody works at the factory. That's Rose.

EXT. ISABEL's HOUSE

Sam: (on the phone) Dean, hey, get this. That college janitor? He worked at the factory, too, until last year. Apparently, he quit right after Rose's disappearance.

Dean: (on the phone) So fair bet something happened to that girl around that factory, so let's call that joint ground zero.

Sam: Right, but it still doesn't explain how a ghost ended up at a college in another zip code.

Dean:  It's not like she hopped the blue line.

Sam: I'm headed to the factory now. I'll call when I get the whole scoop on Rose.

INT. MANNEQUIN FACTORY

Sam: So, how long have you been here with the company?

JONNY

I've been here about three years now. I'm sorry, w-what's this got to do with me?

Sam: Relax. Just a routine questioning.

JONNY

Oh. Okay.

Sam: Uh, did you know Rose Brown?

JONNY

Uh...Maybe. Uh, the name sounds kind of familiar.

Sam: She was a seamstress here. She went missing about a year ago. Here.

You mind taking a look? (Sam pulls out a photo of Rose)

JONNY

Uh, yeah, I s--I saw her around.

Sam: Anything you can tell me about her that might help?

JONNY

Uh, look, I'd love to help, but I don't know anything. And, uh, I'm about to be late back from break, so --

Sam: You seem nervous, Jonny.

JONNY

Well...those guys that d*ed were my friends. O-of course I'm gonna be upset.

Sam: I didn't say upset. I said nervous. Here. (Sam hands him a business card)

In case you remember anything.

EXT. Lisa's HOUSE

(Dean rings the doorbell )

Lisa: Dean, what are you doing here?

Dean: Well, you look absolutely fine.

Lisa: What's going on?

Dean: [ exhales sharply ]We've been "parent trapped."

Lisa: What?

Dean: Ben sent out a 911.

Lisa: Why would he do that?

Dean: You're going on a date, huh?

Lisa: Come in.

INT. Lisa's KITCHEN

Dean: You want to sit down?

Lisa: Not so much.

Dean: So, who's the guy?

Lisa: "Who's the guy?" His name is Matt. He's a Doctor.

Dean: Oh, Dr. Matt. How respectable.

Lisa: Really? That's how this is gonna be?

Dean: Look, I-I --

Lisa: I called you six times, Dean.

Dean: And I almost called you back about 100.

Lisa: Good to know.

Dean: Lis, Ben called me. I dropped everything and ran. If you want to know

if I care --

Lisa: Doesn't help me.

Dean: What do you want from me?

Lisa: I'm not asking for anything.

Dean: Well, then ask for something!

BEN

Um...

Dean: Go to your room!

Lisa: Go to your room! You know, I...I can't. Ask for something. I know what I want. But I can't have it -- Not how you live. My phone rings, I think -- tiny chance it's you, big chance it's Sam calling to tell me you're dead.

Dean: Lis...

Lisa: No, don't. Don't apologize or anything. It's just... It's just I get to this place

where I'm okay, and then you show up at our door. You keep doing that, every time I think I'm never gonna see you again. I'm trying to get over you. What are you trying to do? What do you want from us, Dean?

INT. FACTORY

JONNY

(on the phone) Why am I flipping out?! I-I don't know, maybe 'cause of the feds! Maybe 'cause Dave and Steve are freaking dead. Look -- no. No.

Just...Call me later. (blood drips on Jonny's hand and he finds a gash spreading across his forehead)

ACT III

(Jonny exhales, his breath visible)

Sam: Come on.

JONNY

What's going on?

Sam: That was a ghost trying to k*ll you for being a d*ck.

JONNY

What?

Sam: You know what? You're lucky you are the most suspicious interview of all time. I figured something like this would happen.

JONNY

Figured something like what would happen?

Sam: Buddy, look, I don't have time for the big speech, all right? So, brass tacks -- Rose is back.

JONNY

That's crazy!

Sam: Look, you're gonna end up like your friends Unless you tell me what you did to Rose. Do you want me to help you or not?

JONNY

It was just a stupid joke. You know, I mean, you -- you -- you play jokes. We didn't think it was that big of a deal.

Sam: What did you do?

JONNY

We made Rose think she had a secret admirer. I don't think the girl had ever been asked out in her life. Honestly, we just thought she was kind of pathetic...So we knew she'd take the bait. She was so excited. The poor girl never saw it coming.

(In the flashback, Rose enters an apartment where the guys have dressed up a mannequin and are waiting for her. They laugh at her confusion)

STEVE

Look, Rose, I think he likes you.

JONNY

It was mean. But you know how it is when a group of guys get together.

They -- they act like jackasses.

STEVE

Aw, don't be like that.

JONNY

Come on, Rosey, it's just a joke!

ROSIE

Go to Hell.

JONNY

It happened so fast...

STEVE

(grabs Rose's wrist) Hey, take a joke, Rosey. Seriously.

(Rose tries to break free and falls bashing her head on the table. She falls to the floor, dead)

JONNY

We didn't mean for it to happen. And then it was too late.

STEVE

What are you doing? 

JONNY

I'm calling the cops.

STEVE

Are you crazy? 

JONNY

It was an accident.

STEVE

We tricked her here. I grabbed her. That's involuntary manslaughter at least, and that's if they even believe us. You understand?

JONNY

Steve said there was only one option. I wish I could take it all back.

Sam: I'm sure you do.

JONNY

I didn't k*ll her.

Sam: Okay. Look me in the eyes and tell me none of it's on you. [ inhales sharply ]Look, I'm not saying you deserve to die. [ sighs ]I can help you.

JONNY

How?

Sam: You have to tell me where she's buried.

JONNY

In the woods, a clearing off Canyon Run Road.

Sam: No, no, no, no. You're not going anywhere.

JONNY

But I --

Sam: You need to stay inside the salt line until I tell you you're safe.

JONNY

You just want me to stand here all night?!

Sam: Consider it getting off easy.

INT. BEN's BEDROOM

(Ben is playing a video game)

Dean: Well, that's ridiculous. Plants could never k*ll a zombie.

BEN

You think I'm gonna say "I'm sorry"?

Dean: And why would I think that? Because you lied to get me here?

BEN

It was an emergency.

Dean: A date's not an emergency, Ben.

BEN

It is if it's the third one. I watch TV. I know what that means.

Dean: (clears throat) Well, your mom's a grown-up. She gets to go out.

BEN

Why won't you come home? Can't you just say "I'm sorry" and then come back?

Dean: I'm sorry. I can't.

BEN

Can't or won't?

Dean: Both.

BEN

So, you hate Mom now?

Dean: What? No, come on.

BEN

So it's me.

Dean: Ben, stop it.

BEN

Whatever I did, I'm sorry.

Dean: Listen to me. You didn't do anything. You understand that? Look,

one day you'll, uh...You'll get this when you're older.

BEN

Don't talk to me like I'm six.

Dean: Okay, fine. It's like this, then. Just 'cause you love someone doesn't mean you should stick around and screw up their life. So I can't be here.

BEN

You think something will follow you home?

Dean: No. No, I don't, but I think my job turns me into somebody that can't sit at your dinner table. And if I stayed, you'd end up just like me.

BEN

Why do you say it like you're so...bad?

Dean: Well, trust me, I'm not someone you want to aim to be.

BEN

Don't I get a vote? 

Dean: No, you don't. I'm sorry, Ben. But, you see, this way you got a sh*t at living whatever life you want. You know, pick one. Pick five. 'cause with me, there's just the one road.

BEN

You're a liar, Dean.

Dean: Excuse me?

BEN

You say family's so important, but -- but what do you call people who -- who care for you, who love you even when you're a d*ck? You know you're walking out on your family, right?

EXT. Rose's GRAVE

Sam: (on his phone while he watches Rose's corpse burn) All right, it's over. You're safe. And, Jonny? Look at this as a new beginning. Lot of chances not to be a jackass.

INT. JONNY's APARTMENT - NIGHT

JONNY

Jenny? Hon...We're leaving...tonight. So, pack up. Just the essentials. All I want is for us to move on with our lives. I love you. You know that. It's been...It's been really hard, Jen.

FINAL ACT

INT. JONNY's APARTMENT - DAY

( Sam is at the crime scene. He sees Jonny's sex doll, "Jen" and calls Dean)

Dean: (Dean's voicemail message) This is Dean's other other cell, so you must know what to do.

Sam: Hey, it's not over. Burning the remains didn't stop her. She's got to be

hooked to something else. I'm gonna head to the sister's now. Call me.

INT. ISABEL's APARTMENT

Sam: (going through a box of Rose's things) So, um, this is it?

ISABEL

I gave most of her clothes to the Goodwill. She didn't have much.

Sam: Those yours?

ISABEL

Yeah.

Sam: Are you in school?

ISABEL

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Sam: Where?

ISABEL

Uh, Great Falls.

Sam: So let me guess...Um, you were at the chem lab and the factory this week.

ISABEL

Well, yeah.

Sam: Did you happen to stop by a bar called McOwen's last night?

ISABEL

Everybody from the factory goes there. I stop in maybe three times a week. Why?

Sam: That's it. So this is all about you.

ISABEL

What? What is?

Sam: The murders -- your coworkers, your college janitor.

ISABEL

What, you -- you think I could do something like that?!

Sam: No, no, no, no, no. But -- but I think you're at the center.

ISABEL

Me? How?

Sam: What are you wearing of Rose's? A ring? A bracelet? Her baby teeth in a locket? What?

ISABEL

You're scaring me.

Sam: Just think, please. What -- what do you have of Rose that you carry with you?

ISABEL

I-I'm...

Sam: What?

ISABEL

Well, the only thing I have of hers is a part of me. When I was 16, she gave me one of her kidneys.

Sam: Her kidney?

ISABEL

Yeah.

Sam: You're kidding.

ISABEL

Will you please tell me what this is about?

Sam: Yeah. Um...But I'm gonna need you to come with me.

EXT. STOREFRONT

Dean: So, that the girl with the haunted kidney?

Sam: Yeah. 

Dean: Well, just when you think you seen it all.

Sam: Right.

Dean: What do you want to do? Can't exactly burn the thing. I mean, she kind of needs it.

Sam: Well, she can't just walk around with it, Dean. The spirit's attached. It's gonna use her to get close to anyone it wants revenge on. It's not gonna stop k*lling.

Dean: Okay, so what are you suggesting, that we cut it out of her? 

Sam: And then what? Leave her in a tub of ice with a phone taped to her hand? 

Dean: Maybe we should call Dr. Robert. Might have some leads on some non-haunted, black-market replacement kidneys.

Sam: He works out of a butcher shop.

Dean: It's pretty clean. You'd be surprised.

Sam: No. I think we have to go hoodoo.

Dean: Hoodoo?

Sam: Yeah, hoodoo.

Dean: That's more of a band-aid, not really a cure.

Sam: It buys us a minute.

Dean: All right, Louisiana it is.

ISABEL

Voodoo?! What the hell are you talking about?

Dean: Actually, it's "hoodoo." It's a little different.

Sam: Hold on, Isabel.

ISABEL

You're not feds.

Sam: Just let us explain.

( The Impala revs up )

Dean: No. No way.

ISABEL

 That's impossible. 

Dean: No, no, no, no, no, no. She possesses sex dolls! This -- this is not a sex doll!

( The Impala's lights turn on)

Dean: Hey, you leave my baby alone! She's got nothing to do with this! (The Impala drives at them) Go, go, go, go, go!

Sam: Okay, here, here, here. (ushers Isabel into a car) Get in.

Dean: Son of a bitch! (Dean stands in front of the store window) I'm so sorry, baby.

(the Impala charges at Dean and crashes through the storefront)

Sam: Okay. You all right?

Dean: Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. You guys?

Sam: Yeah.

ISABEL

Yeah, I'm...(blood pours out of Isabel's mouth and she looks down to find a giant glass shard sticking out of her stomach)

Sam: Isabel? Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Rose's SPIRIT

I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this.

(Rose's spirit goes up in flames)

EXT. Bobby's SCRAPYARD - DAY

(Dean is repairing the Impala)

Sam: How's it look?

Dean: Well, considering she got carjacked by poltergeist, could be worse. I mean, what exactly did we do back there, Sam?

Sam: Yeah, I'm not putting it in the win column, either.

Dean: We saved a few dicks, a-a-and we k*lled an innocent girl. I got a heartbroken kid and a woman who's so pissed at me...I see what you mean about facing your past. It's, uh -  It's awesome. Thanks.

Sam: Dean.

Dean: I mean, all we do is make a mess.

Sam: That's not true. We do save lives, now and again.

Dean: Yeah, I guess. I'm just...I'm just tired of all the bad luck, you know?

Sam: Well, you know, number one, bad luck is kind of in the job description. And two, it's not all bad. Really. Look at me. I mean, at least Satan's left the building.

Dean: Yeah. It's the little things.

Sam: And I have a soul because of you. I never thanked you for that, did I?

Dean: That's all good, man.

Sam: Well, thanks.

Dean: You'd have done the Same for me.

Sam: I mean it. Look, we keep our heads down, keep swinging. We'll lose some. Hopefully, we'll win more. And...I don't know. Anyway, for what it's worth, I got your back.

Dean: Yeah, I know.