Air Date: 11 Feb 2011

EXT. ROAD - NIGHT

ONE YEAR AGO

Sam and Samuel exit a large building on the docks

Samuel: You okay?

Sam: Yeah.

Samuel: How's the arm?

Sam: It'll hold till we get out of town.

Samuel: Just don't bleed out, all right?

Sam: Yeah, well, that's the plan.

Sam and Samuel are in a van.

Lights appear behind them.

Samuel: Cop.

Deputy ATKINS approaches the van.

Samuel: Evening, Deputy.

Deputy ATKINS

Agent Roark, Agent Wynand, mind stepping out of the van a moment?

Sam and Samuel exit the van.

Samuel: We're just on our way to the office. Everything okay?

Deputy ATKINS

No. I can't get Sheriff Dobbs on the phone. I can't get anyone!

Samuel: We spoke to Dobbs earlier. Maybe he's just, uh-

Deputy ATKINS

(noticing Sam's bloody sleeve) is that blood?

Samuel: Hey, look, there's no need to get riled.

Deputy ATKINS

You're coming with me.

Samuel: All right. We'll follow you back.

Deputy ATKINS

I don't think so. Get in my car, or you're under arrest.

Sam: You're gonna arrest two federal agents? Really? (laughs) Have a good night. (Sam turns away)

Deputy ATKINS

If you think-

Samuel: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, just hold-

(Sam beats Deputy ATKINS bloody, until he is unconscious)

Samuel: You think there were maybe calmer ways we could have done all that?

Sam: Do we care? Let's go.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

(Sam is listening to the television news program intently)

TV

Sources said pRosecutors were getting closer to a decision on whether to charge the actor. But they adamantly denied that any pRosecution was in any...

Dean: What are you watching?

Sam: Just trying to catch up. So...Mel Gibson really took a turn this past year, huh?

Dean: Or he's possessed. Seriously, think about it. So, I just got off the blower with Bobby.

Sam: Oh, yeah? You got anything else on this, uh, 'Mother of All' thing?

Dean: Uh, no, nothing solid. He says it's quiet.

(Sam's cell phone dings, announcing a new text)

Sam: Quiet like quiet or quiet like too quiet?

Dean: When is it ever just quiet?

Sam: Right. (Sam checks his cell phone and sees he has received a text message of coordinates) Hmm.

Dean: What? What are these, coordinates? Who's it from?

Sam: I have no idea.

(Sam looks the coordinates up on a map)

Dean: Well?

Sam: Uh, Bristol, Rhode Island, where three women disappeared in the last week. Apparently, the, uh, victims seemed to vanish into thin air.

Dean: Could be something. Who's the text from?

Sam: I don't know. It just kept ringing.

Dean: What's that about?

Sam: Could be another hunter looking for backup, throwing us a case? Who knows how many hunters I even met, working with the Campbells, you know? But I think we should go.

Dean: Whoa, wait. We're just gonna drop everything?

Sam: Dude, two minutes ago, you weren't doing anything.

Dean: You got mysterious coordinates from a mysterious Mr. "X," leading to a mysterious town? That doesn't throw up red flags to you?

Sam: I don't know. Maybe. But that doesn't mean we can just ignore a bunch of missing girls. Right?

Dean: Okay. We'll check it out. But if things get squirrelly, we dump out, okay?

Sam: Yeah.

INT. Impala - NIGHT

(Sam and Dean drive by a sign welcoming them to Bristol, Sam flashes back briefly to when he was last there)

Dean: What?

Sam: Nothing.

INT. RESTAURANT - DAY

Dean: (looking through missing persons leaflets) Well, freak's got a type-brunettes. Whoa. This one's got a little bit of a wild side. It's all in the eyes, Sam. See it?

Sam: All right, well, aside from your little deep insight there, these women actually have nothing in common-different jobs, different friends, different everything. So, what's the connection?

Dean: I don't know. Why don't you figure that out? I'm gonna go h*t the poop deck. (Dean heads to the bathroom, marked with the sign 'poop deck')

Woman: (approaches Sam)Agent Roark? It's good to see you again.

Sam: It is.

Woman: Oh, you remember my husband? (gestures to her husband)

Sam: Right.

Woman: Don.

Sam: Of course, right. Um, hi.

Woman: So, you're back 'cause it started again, right-the disappearances?

Sam: Uh, yeah. Yeah, right. Um...So, if either of you two hear anything, please let me know.

Woman: Where's your partner? The big bald guy? Agent Wynand, right?

Sam: Agent Wynand, of course. Well-

Dean: Sex rehab. Yeah, you've heard of plushies, right?

Sam: This is, uh-this is my new partner.

Dean: Hi. Pleasure.(shakes woman's hand) How you doing? Hi.(shakes Don's hand) Uh, so, Agent, we should, uh-

Sam: Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Woman: Of course. Uh, nice chatting with you, Agent Roark.

Sam: You too.

(Woman touches Sam's shoulder, and he flashes back to when they last met. It seems they had sex in a bathroom)

Woman: (in Sam's memory) Cuff me.

Dean: What was that? She just cougar-eyed you.

Sam: I think Samuel and I have worked a case in this town.

Dean: You think? (Dean shows Sam a polaroid he got from the wall of customers who won the restaurant's eating challenge, which shows Sam and Samuel in the background, behind a winner) Come on. Let's get the hell out of here.

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE - DAY

Dean: Hey, come on. Hop to, would you?

Sam: We can't go, Dean.

Dean: Uh, yeah, we can.

Sam: No, listen-five guys went missing a year ago. They never found the bodies. I mean, that's got to be the job me and Samuel worked, right?

Dean: Great. What difference does it make?

Sam: A year ago, five guys go missing, and-and now suddenly all these women go missing. Something's here. So either we just didn't stop it, or we only thought we did.

Dean: Okay, but why the gender bend, huh? First it's dudes. Now it's chicks? That's a totally different M.O.

Sam: I don't know. Who knows? The point is, something's still here.

Dean: Great. We'll call Bobby. He can deal with it.

Sam: Why? We can deal with it.

Dean: Are you serious? Sam, there is a reason that hunters don't h*t the Same town over again-'cause we have a habit of leaving messes behind.

Sam: Right. I agree.

Dean: One of dad's rules -- you never use the Same crapper twice.

Sam: Everyone uses the Same crapper twice.

Dean: Not us. You know what I mean.

Sam: Okay, look-this creature is still walking around 'cause of me, right? I mean, I let it go. Dad also said, "you finish what you start." Okay, I get it.

Dean: Do you?

Sam: Yes. You're afraid I'll stroll down memory lane and I'll kick this wall in my head so hard, Hell comes flooding through, right? And then all of a sudden, I'm some drooling mess on the floor.

Dean: It's not a joke.

Sam: Okay. I know. But listen-what's happening here right now-it's because I messed up somehow, in some big way. So every person who gets taken, every person who dies-that's on me. I have to stop it. And you'd do the Same thing.

Dean: All right. I'll follow up with the brunettes. You see what you get from the cops.

INT. NICOLE's HOUSE

Dean: So, you and Nicole were roommates for a long time.

NICOLE's ROOMMATE

Since college, but we've been best friends forever.

Dean: Hmm.

NICOLE's ROOMMATE

This whole thing's really surreal. Are you any closer to finding her, or...?

Dean: We're doing everything we can. Now, you were with Nicole the night she went missing. Did she say anything?

NICOLE's ROOMMATE

Nothing. It's like I told the cops -- I wish there was something.

Dean: (finds a business card from "Agent H. Roark" ) Where'd you get this?

NICOLE's ROOMMATE

Oh, Nicole got that from that FBI guy.

Dean: Agent Roark. About -- about yea high? (Dean puts his hand up and gestures about a foot above his head)

NICOLE's ROOMMATE

Yeah, that was him. One of the men that disappeared last year lived in our building.

Dean: Right.

NICOLE's ROOMMATE

So Agent Roark was asking us all questions about it, I guess.

Dean: You guess? So he -- he came by here?

NICOLE's ROOMMATE

Oh, he came -- by a few times.

Dean: Did he? To, uh...Speak to Nicole.

NICOLE's ROOMMATE

Right.

Dean: And how would you...Characterize their relationship?

NICOLE's ROOMMATE

Relationship? No, they weren't having a --

Dean: just the -- the -- the tone or the nature of their conversation.

NICOLE's ROOMMATE

Well...Loud. And...Athletic.

EXT. Sheriff's STATION

(Sam is walking toward the entrance of the building, when he is spotted by Sheriff Atkins)

Sheriff ATKINS

(aiming g*n at Sam) Hold it right there! Stop right there! Hands where I can see them!

(Sam has flashback to when he last encountered Sheriff Atkins)

Sheriff ATKINS

Get in my car, or you're under arrest.

Sam: Look -- no, sir. Please just hold on for a second. There's been a misunderstanding here.

(Sheriff Atkins locks Sam in a cell)

Sheriff ATKINS

Man, you are dumb as a sack of hair --coming back here after what you did?

Sam: Look, there's been a misunderstanding here.

Sheriff ATKINS

You are not a damn Agent, okay? The FBI never heard of you.

Sam: Just listen.

Sheriff ATKINS

Where are the bodies? Mothers want to bury their loved ones.

Sam: I don't know.

Sheriff ATKINS

Where's Sheriff Dobbs?

Sam: I don't know.

Sheriff ATKINS

You run out of town soaked in blood --Oh, and you bash my brainsin

to do it -- and you really expect me to buy that?

Sam: Look, would you believe that I don't remember anything?

Sheriff ATKINS

No. But good luck selling it to the judge.

(later that night Brenna Dobbs approaches Sam's cell)

BRENNA

What happened to my husband?

Sam: I-I don't know.

BRENNA

Don't lie to me. I know who you are, Sam. I know what you do.

Sam: What? You do?

(Sam remembers talking to Sheriff Ray Dobbs and Brenna, his wife lat time he was in town with Samuel)

Sheriff ROY DOBBS

Let me get this straight -- you're not feds. You actually hunt things.

Samuel: We know how it sounds.

Sheriff ROY DOBBS

I'm not sure you do.

Sam: You saw those crime scenes, Roy. You really think something human could have taken those guys?

BRENNA

What you're saying -- it's impossible.

Sam: You know, I'm sorry, I-I don't understand what she's got to do with any of this.

Sheriff ROY DOBBS

She's my wife. She works with me at the Sheriff's station. You tell something like this to me, you tell it to her, too. All right, what do you need us to do?

(back to present day)

Sam: Your husband -- he's the Sheriff.

BRENNA

Was the Sheriff, until he vanished... And you vanished. What was I supposed to think? T-that thing got him, or that you k*lled him? I just want to know what happened.

Sam: So do I. Believe me. Something happened to me. I have no memory of being here, ever.

BRENNA

What is this, "Days of Our Lives"? You're telling me you have some sort of amnesia?

Sam: If I knew any of this, would I have stepped foot into this station? I'm sorry. I-I don't even know your name.

BRENNA

If this is some sort of a game, you're either incredibly clever or incredibly stupid.

Sam: I'm telling the truth. Look... I don't know what happened to your husband. But I can find out.

BRENNA

How?

Sam: If you really know me, then you know that's my job.

BRENNA

You really don't remember?

Sam: No. I really don't.

BRENNA

I'm Brenna Dobbs.

Sam: Brenna...I'm sorry about what happened to your husband. But I can find answers...Just not from in here.

BRENNA

(unlocks the cell door and releases Sam) Come on. Help me find some rope. If it's gonna look like a break-out, you're gonna need

to tie me up.

INT. DON's HOUSE

DEBBIE

(looking at her husband, Don, while getting a glass of boxed wine from the fridge)What? The boxed stuff doesn't get better with age, Don. (she heads to the basement, and something from under the stairs grabs her) Ahh! Aah!

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE

(Sam hears someone approaching, draws his g*n and waits by the door)

Dean: Hey, Sam. So, how does it feel to be a fugitive again? Hate to say "I told you so."

Sam: You love to say "I told you so."

Dean: Actually, you're right -- I do love to say "I told you so." So, I found out something on, uh, "crazy eyes McGee." Turns out you two knew each other.

Sam: What?

Dean: Biblically. I just spoke to her roommate. I got to say, man -- you really got around. I mean, soulless or not I'm actually kind of impressed.

Police SCANNER

Eight Sierra Papa. Got a 1057, 1100 block of Hope Street. Over.

Sam: Missing person -- another one.

Dean: Okay, all right. I'll go. You stay.

Sam: Yeah. Fine.

Dean: Sam?

Sam: What?

Dean: Stay here.

Sam: Fine! Go!

EXT. DON & DEBBIE's HOUSE

Dean: Listen, thank you for your time. We're on it.

DON

Yeah. Thanks.

(Dean calls Sam's phone and gets his voicemail)

Sam's PHONE

This is Sam. Leave a message.

Dean: Sam, answer the phone, damn it. I found the connection between the missing chicks. They all banged the Same dude -- You. It's you, Sam. The texts, the victims, all of it -- it's a trap for you. Call me back.

INT. DOBBS' HOUSE

(Brenna finds Sam and is startled)

Sam: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

BRENNA

You can't be here!

Sam: Okay, p-please just listen.

BRENNA

What happened to Debbie Harris?

Sam: Debbie?

BRENNA

I let you out, and she's just gone.

Sam: And y-you think I did something to her?

BRENNA

I don't know what to think.

Sam: Look, um, I need your help.

BRENNA

Are you kidding?

Sam: I need the case files that your husband made about the disappearances last year.

BRENNA

So go to the station and find it.

Sam: It's not there. I broke in and I looked, and it's gone. And I have a theory about who might have it. Look, we both want the Same thing here, Brenna. I promise. We want to find out what happened last year, and we want to stop what's happening right now.

BRENNA

The file's upstairs. I'll be right back.

(Sam has a brief flash of Samuel)

Samuel: Let's go!

(Sam remembers the last time he was in Brenna's house with Samuel)

BRENNA

So, you guys just travel all the time? I mean, you just pick up and go? Doesn't that get hard?

Samuel: Not when you're young -- it's great. Once you got a family, it's a little tougher. Deanna got pregnant, and we didn't know what we were gonna do. But Mary was...She was a blessing. (Samuel notices his beer is empty)

ROY

There's more in the garage.

Samuel: Ah, listen, you sit. I'll get it.

BRENNA

(to Sam) He misses her. You know, at least you two have each other.

Sam: Well, Samuel wasn't really around when I was a kid. We have more of a, uh, business relationship.

BRENNA

Uh, do you have any other family?

Sam: Family just slows you down.

(present time)

BRENNA

Sam? Sam?! You all right?

Sam: Yeah. Yeah. Um...All right, let's see what you have.

(They start going through the case file, Sam remembers more)

INT. RESTAURANT

Samuel: Best guess --it came from an Arachne.

Sam: You ever seen one?

Samuel: No one has -- not outside of Crete, not for about 2,000 years.

Sam: Then what do we even know about them?

Samuel: Zip. Just a bunch of guesses and a blurry picture on the side of a Greek vase.

RESTAURANT PATRON

Yeah!

WAITRESSES

Yo ho sea captain! (they place a pirate hat on patron's head, and snap a polaroid)

Sam: So, I gather we got no clue how to k*ll this thing, huh?

Samuel: I guess we just go at it till something sticks.

Sam: Well, I got an idea of where it might be, at least. So far, all the vics have been men in their 30s, and they've all gone missing within a 2-mile radius.

Samuel: So we just get out and kick bushes.

Sam: No, that'd be a waste of time. I mean, it's all suburban sprawl -- hundreds of houses, at least. It could be anywhere.

Samuel: (looking at where Sam is pointing on the map)Lonely Pines Park.

Sam: Yeah. I say we make this thing come to us.

Samuel: How do we do that?

(present time)

Sam: Hey, um, Brenna, do you mind if I -- if I, um, borrow all this stuff for a couple hours?

BRENNA

Um, okay, I guess. You really don't remember Roy, do you? He was a good man. I've made peace that he's d*ad. I have. But I just want to know what happened.

Sam: I'm sure he died a hero.

(Sam exits the house and checks his voicemail)

Sam's VOICEMAIL

Dean: Sam, answer the phone,damn it. I found the connection between the missing chicks. They all banged the Same dude --You. It's you, Sam. The texts, the victims, all of it -- it's a trap for you. Call me back.

(Sam, transfixed by a spiderweb, is surprised when he is tapped on the shoulder and levels his g*n)

Dean: Whoa. Whoa.

Sam: I almost sh*t you...Again. What the hell?

Dean: I figured you'd come and talk to her. I told you to stay home, man. Did you get my message? Come on. We got to get you out of here. Let's go.

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE

Dean: Well we know that this is a monster with opposable thumbs and unlimited text messaging, and we know that it wants to k*ll you specifically. Does that about cover it?

Sam: It's an Arachne.

Dean: A what?

Sam: I remembered.

Dean: You remembered? Y-- I'm sorry. Uh, what else have you remembered?

Sam: Don't worry, all right? I-it's nothing to do with Hell.

Dean: Uh-huh. Not yet, anyway.

Sam: What can I do, Dean? The stuff is just starting to come back, all right? Maybe it's natural.

Dean: We're leaving.

Sam: No, we can't.

Dean: We are not the only hunters on the planet, okay? We can call Bobby. He and Rufus could come and wrap up.

Sam: How? Like you said, it could be anybody, we got jack for leads.

Dean: We know that it hates you.

Sam: I know who did this. I just -- I can't remember.

Dean: I don't think you get the risk here, Sam.

Sam: Yes, I do.

Dean: Really? You get that every time you scratch that wall, that you are playing Russian roulette?

Sam: Dean, I get you're worried, okay? And I know what you think is gonna happen. But you know what? It will or it won't.

Dean: Sam --

Sam: --look, I'm starting to think that -- that I might have done some bad stuff here, Dean. And so I don't care if it's dangerous. I have to set things right, 'cause I got a frigging soul now, and -- and it won't let me just walk away. I'm staying here. And I need you to back me up.

Dean: All right. Why not? Well, let's "memento" this thing, shall we?

(they pin all the evidence they have up on the wall)

(Sam's memories flash by)

DEBBIE

So, you're back 'cause it started again, right -- the disappearances?

ROY

You're not feds. You actually hunt things.

BRENNA

You really don't remember?

Dean: I, uh, found something on "crazy eyes McGee." Turns out you two knew each other.

Dean: You okay?

(Sam remembers)

INT. RESTAURANT

Sam: (on the phone)That's right. Yeah, Lonely Pines Park,one hour. Thanks, Roy.

All right.

Samuel: Are you sure about this?

Sam: The Arachne's been snacking on mid-30s guys. We need bait that fits the demo. I'm too young. You're too old.

Samuel: 89 and counting. I still think that we should have looped Roy in on the plan.

Sam: Do we want a credible performance, or don't we?

Samuel: But what if something goes wrong?

Sam: Roy's a big boy. He'll be fine.Trust me.

Samuel: It's just... not the way I'm used to doing things.

Sam: Got it. Welcome to the future. Let's go.

EXT. PARK

Sam: Let's hope this thing's hungry.

ROY

(att*cked be arachne) Ugh! Aah!

Samuel: Let's split up, look for him.

Sam: No, no, wait. It's too late.

Samuel: Let's go!

Sam: They're gone, Samuel! Look -- it's okay. I turned on the G.P.S. on Roy's cell.

Samuel: In English, please.

Sam: We can track them back to wherever she goes.

Samuel: So, what, Roy's just some redshirt to you, just spider bait?

Sam: No, no, of course not. This is my back-up plan.

Samuel: My God, son, you're about as cold as they come. You know that?

Sam: Let's go.

(Sam and Samuel follow the GPS back to where the Arachne is hiding - a large building by the docks, they find several men trapped in spider-webbing)

Samuel: (cutting through the webbing to reveal a man with glasses)Poor bastard.

(the web-trapped man gasps for air, and the other trapped victims do as well, they are all still alive)

ROY

Help me. I can't...Feel...

Sam: Roy, hey, where is she?

(Sam is thrown back by Arachne)

ARACHNE

(Sam from where he has fallen on the floor, kicks the arachne, and she staggers back)Ugh!

(Samuel sh**t the arachne, and she throws him across the room, Sam slices off Arachne's head with a machete)

Samuel: Well, I guess decapitation works. Roy. You're gonna be okay. Just hang in. We're gonna get you some help. Listen, if we can get him to the hospital quick --

Sam: He can't be helped.

Samuel: What?

Sam: I don't know about Arachne, but I do know about spiders. One brown recluse bite can k*ll you. This thing? Look at these guys -- that poison's eating them alive. They're just d*ad men walking.

Samuel: So, what are you saying?

Sam: I'm saying we put him out of his misery.(Sam draws his g*n)

ROY

Sam...Please.

Sam: k*lling this thing saved a lot of lives. We couldn't have done it without you.

ROY

No.

Sam: You're a hero. (Sam sh**t Roy in the head, and continues to execute all the other victims) We can't just leave the bodies here. Get the gasoline.

(back to current time)

Sam: I know what happened.

INT. BRENNA's HOUSE

(Roy enters, but he looks like the Arachne)

BRENNA

Roy?

ROY

I love you.

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE

Dean: What are you gonna say to Brenna?

Sam: (on the phone)Relax, Dean. Hey, Brenna, it's -- it's Sam. I'm just checking in. Yeah, of course I can swing by. Okay. Yeah. Bye.

Dean: What was that about?

Sam: She wants me to swing by.

Dean: For?

Sam: She said it's no big deal, but I can tell she's in deep trouble.

EXT. BRENNA's HOUSE

Sam: Dean, back door.

Dean: Sam. Light's on in the shed. My spidey senses are tingling.

Sam: Shh.

BRENNA

Sam?

Sam: Brenna? Hey.

BRENNA

What you did to Roy...Is it true?

(Roy att*cks Dean, then Sam and grabs Sam by the throat)

ROY

Answer the question, Sam.

(Roy has trapped Sam and Dean in webbing)

ROY

You got to admit I look good, Sam. Well, except for your little souvenir. (Roy points to his forehead and the b*llet sized scar there)

Sam: You win. I'm here. Let Brenna go. This has nothing to do with her.

ROY

You come back around, start hanging out with my wife, and you think this has nothing to do with her? But then...you thought I was out of the way, right? I got to say, you get a hell of a lot wrong, Sam, like that thing you threw me to. You thought it was here to feed.

Sam: She was here to breed.

ROY

Yeah. That thing was playing the mating game, and I guess I fit her profile...Me and all those other poor bastards. She bit us to turn us into what she was. By the time you pulled that trigger, I wasn't human. Not anymore. So b*ll*ts didn't hurt me much. Oh, and neither did f*re. So after you left, well, we ran. Me -- I hid for months, nearly starved. But you know what kept me going? Every night, I dreamed about ripping your throat out. I thought I was sending you a neon sign. The text? Taking all those girls you screwed? I was kicking so much sand in your eye, I couldn't figure out why you weren't getting it! Then Bren tells me you've got brain damage. It's just too good.

Sam: Where are they, Roy...the women?

ROY

Scattered...In the wind. They're like me now. You k*lled one monster, you made so many more. Congratulations. The only question is, do I k*ll you...Or turn you?

(Dean cuts himself free with a glass shard, and att*cks Roy)

Dean: Ugh!

(Roy throws Dean, and picks him up by the throat)

BRENNA

No! Roy, stop!

( Brenna frees Sam and Sam decapitates Roy)

EXT. DOBBS's HOUSE

Sam: Brenna...Look, I am so sorry. Brenna, I-I mean, I...

(Brenna closes her door without ever turning to look at Sam)

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE

Dean: You okay?

Sam: You were right. We shouldn't have come back here.

Dean: Well, you did k*ll uh...spider man.

Sam: So, you're suggesting what I did back there was a good thing?

Dean: I'm just saying --

Sam: What?

Dean: Sam, y-y-you got to understand that all that crap last year -- all of it -- none of it was you.

Sam: Let's be crystal clear, okay? It was me.

Dean: Well, can I get you anything?

Sam: What are you now, my waitress?

Dean: I'm just trying to make you feel better. Don't be a bitch.

Sam: Yeah, I'm fine.

Dean: Yeah, you look fine. All I'm saying is everything's gonna be okay.

Sam: I don't know, Dean. If I did this here, then who knows how many oth--

(there is an audible thud as Sam drops to the floor)

Dean: Sammy? Sammy?! (Dean runs over to Sam whose eyes are open, but unseeing) Sammy, talk to me!

(in his mind's eye, Sam remembers the Cage, remembers burning, and screams)
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