Supernatural s02e02 Episode Script

Everybody Loves a Clown

Dad wants us to pick up where he left off: saving people, hunting things the family business.
Dad? Dean! It's not a dream.
You ever heard of an out-of-body experience? It means that we're spirits of people close to death.
Your son is dying and you're worried about the Colt? You shoot me in the heart, son.
You're planning on bringing the demon.
Having some stupid, macho showdown.
If you killed that damn thing, none of this would have happened.
I wanna make a deal.
You're prettier than the last reaper.
I will give you the Colt and the bullet, but you gotta help Dean.
So we have a deal? You still need to sweeten the pot.
Today's your lucky day, kid.
You watch out for Sammy, okay? - Okay.
- Dad? Time of death, 10:41 a.
m.
King of fire.
God, I hate clowns.
- They always creep me out.
- Shh.
She likes them.
Watch her twist her body in every shape and size.
Last ride, Nora.
Look, Mom, another clown.
What are you trying to do, scare your father? Hey.
Look, Mom, the clown.
You missed him.
Before he-- Before he-- Did he say anything to you? About anything? No.
Nothing.
How this car coming along? - Slow.
Yeah? Need any help? What, you under a hood? I'll pass.
Need anything else, then? Stop it, Sam.
- Stop what? - Stop asking if I need anything.
Stop asking if I'm okay.
I'm okay.
Really.
I promise.
All right.
Dean, it's just-- We've been at Bobby's for a week and you haven't brought up Dad once.
You know what? You're right.
Come here.
I'm wanna lay my head gently on your shoulder.
Maybe we can cry, hug.
Maybe even slow dance.
Don't patronize me, Dean.
Dad is dead.
The Colt is gone and it seems pretty damn likely the demon is behind all this, and you're acting like-- Say something, all right? Hell, say anything.
Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? You sit out here all day long, buried underneath this car.
- Revenge, huh? - Yeah.
Sounds good.
Got any leads on where the demon is? You making heads or tails of Dad's research? I sure ain't.
But you know, when we do finally find it-- No, wait.
Like you said, the Colt's gone.
I'm sure you've figured out a way to kill it.
We got nothing, Sam.
Nothing, okay? See, the only thing I can do, is I can work on the car.
Well, we got something, all right? That's what I came to tell you.
It's one of Dad's old phones.
Took me a while, but I cracked his voice mail.
Listen to this.
John, it's Ellen.
Again.
Look, don't be stubborn.
You know I can help you.
Call me.
- That message is four months old.
- Dad saved that for four months? Who's Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad's journal? No.
But I ran a trace on the phone number and I got an address.
Ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars.
This is humiliating.
I feel like a frigging soccer mom.
It's the only car Bobby had running.
Hello? - Anybody here? - Hey.
- Did you bring the--? - Of course.
Hey, buddy.
- I'm guessing that isn't Ellen.
- Yeah.
Oh, God, please let that be a rifle.
No.
I'm just real happy to see you.
- Don't move.
Not moving.
Copy that.
You should know something.
When you put a rifle on someone, don't put it right against their back because it makes it real easy to do-- That.
Sam, I need some help in here.
Can't see.
I can't even see.
Sorry, Dean.
I can't right now.
I'm, uh, a little tied up.
Sam? Dean? Winchester? Yeah.
- Son of a bitch.
- Mom, you know these guys? Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys.
Hey, I'm Ellen.
My daughter, Jo.
- Hey.
- You're not gonna hit me again, are you? Here you go.
Thanks.
Mm-hm.
You called our dad, said you could help.
Help with what? Well, the demon, of course.
I heard he was closing in on it.
Was there an article in Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? - Who are you? How do you know this? - Hey, I just run a saloon.
But hunters have been known to pass through now and again.
Including your dad a long time ago.
John was like family once.
Oh, yeah? How come he's never mentioned you before? You'd have to ask him that.
So why exactly do we need your help? Hey, don't do me any favors.
Look, if you don't want my help, fine.
Don't let the door smack your ass.
But John wouldn't have sent you if-- He didn't send you.
He's all right, isn't he? No.
No, he isn't.
It was the demon, we think.
It just got him before he got it, I guess.
- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.
We're all right.
- I know how close you and your dad-- - Really, I'm fine.
So look.
If you can help we could use all the help we can get.
Well, we can't.
- But Ash will.
- Who's Ash? Ash? What? Closing time? - That's Ash? - Mm-hm.
He's a genius.
You gotta be kidding.
He's no genius.
He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie.
- I like you.
- Thanks.
Just give him a chance.
All right.
This stuff's a year's worth of our dad's work.
So let's see what you make of it.
Come on.
This crap ain't real.
There ain't nobody that can track a demon like this.
Our dad could.
These are nonparametric statistical overviews.
Cross-spectrum correlations.
I mean damn.
They're signs.
Omens.
If you can track them, you can track this demon.
You know, like crop failures, electrical storms.
You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun.
- Can you track it or not? - Yeah, with this, I think so.
But it's gonna take time.
Uh, give me 51 hours.
- Hey, man.
- Yeah.
By the way, I, uh, dig the haircut.
All business up front and party in the back.
Hey, Ellen, what is that? It's a police scanner.
We, uh, keep tabs on things.
No, no, no.
The, um, folder.
Uh I was gonna give this to a friend of mine.
But take a look if you want.
Thanks.
How'd your mom get into this stuff, anyway? My dad.
He was a hunter.
He passed away.
I'm sorry.
It's a long time ago.
I was just a kid.
I'm sorry to hear about your dad.
Yeah.
So, uh, I guess I got 51 hours to waste.
Maybe tonight we should No, you know what? Never mind.
- What? - Nothing, just, uh wrong place, wrong time.
I thought you were gonna toss me some cheap line.
Most hunters come through that door, think they can get in my pants with some pizza, a six-pack, and Side 1 of Zeppelin IV.
What a bunch of scumbags.
Not you.
I guess not.
Dean, come here.
Check this out.
Yeah.
A few murders, not far from here, that Ellen caught wind of.
- Looks to me like there might be a hunt.
- Yeah, so? So I told her we'd check it out.
You gotta be kidding me.
A killer clown? He left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents.
Ripped them to pieces.
- This family was at a carnival that night? - Right.
The Cooper Carnival.
How do you know we're not dealing with some psycho in a clown suit? The cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop.
Alibis all around.
Plus, the girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air.
- Cops are saying trauma, of course.
- I know what you're thinking, Sam.
Why did it have to be clowns? - Oh, give me a break.
- You didn't think I remembered, did you? You still bust out crying when you see Ronald McDonald on the television.
- I'm not afraid of flying.
- Planes crash.
Apparently, clowns kill.
So these types of murders, they ever happen before? According to the file, 1981.
The Bunker Brothers Circus.
Same m.
o.
It happened three different times, three different locales.
If it is a spirit, it's usually bound to a specific locale: a house or a town.
How's this one moving from carnival to carnival? Cursed object, maybe.
The spirit attaches itself to something, carnival carries it around with them.
Great.
Paranormal scavenger hunt.
This case was your idea.
By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job.
- So? - It's just not like you, that's all.
I thought you were hell-bent-for-leather on the demon hunt.
I don't know.
I just think, taking this job, it's what Dad would've wanted us to do.
- What Dad would've wanted? - Yeah.
So? Nothing.
Check it out.
Hey, Evan, look.
- Scary.
- Yeah, Dad.
Scary.
What's over here? Wow.
You know, when I was your age, this would've scared the pants off me.
Evan? Hey What is it? I-- I saw a clown.
Don't be afraid of clowns.
They're nice.
They're your friends.
Okay? Come on.
Dad.
Dad.
Evan? What is it? You were right.
He is my friend.
Huh? Check it out.
Five-0.
Did you get her number? - More murders? - Two more last night.
They were ripped to shreds.
And they had a little boy with them.
Who fingered a clown.
What? Yes, a clown, who vanished into thin air.
Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object, it's like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles.
It could be anything.
It's bound to give off EMFs.
We'll just have to scan everything.
Oh, good.
That's nice and inconspicuous.
I guess we'll just have to blend in.
Excuse me.
We're looking for a Mr.
Cooper.
Have you seen him? What is that, some kind of joke? Oh, God, I'm sorry.
You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr.
Cooper or a sunset or anything at all? - Wanna give me a little help here? - Not really.
Hey, Barry, is there a problem? - Yeah, this guy hates blind people.
- No, I don't-- - What's your problem? - It's just a little misunderstanding.
"Little"? You son of a bitch.
No, I'm just-- Can somebody tell me where Mr.
Cooper is? Please? You boys picked a hell of a time to join up.
Take a seat.
We got all kinds of local trouble.
What do you mean? A couple of folks got murdered.
Cops always seem to start here first.
So you two ever worked the circuit before? Yes, sir.
Last year through Texas and Arkansas.
Yeah.
Doing what? Ride jockeys? Butcher? - A&S men? Yeah.
Little bit of everything.
You two have never worked a show in your lives before, have you? Nope.
But we really need the work.
So-- And Sam here has got a thing for the bearded lady.
You see that picture? - That's my daddy.
- You look just like him.
He was in the business.
Ran a freak show, till they outlawed them most places.
Apparently, displaying the deformed isn't dignified.
So most of the performers went from honest work to rotting in hospitals and asylums.
That's progress, I guess.
You see, this place, it's a refuge for outcasts.
Always has been.
For folks that don't fit in nowhere else.
But you two you should go to school.
Find a couple of girls.
Have 2.
5 kids.
Live regular.
Sir? We don't wanna go to school.
And we don't want regular.
We want this.
Huh.
- What? That whole, uh, "I don't wanna go back to school" thing.
Were you just saying that to Cooper, or, were you, you know, saying it? - Sam? - I don't know.
You don't know.
I thought once the demon was dead and the fat lady sings that you were gonna take off, head back to Wussy State.
- I'm having second thoughts.
- Really? Yeah, I think.
- Dad wanted me to stick with the job.
- Since when do you give a damn? You spent your life doing what he didn't want.
Since he died.
Okay? You have a problem with that? No, I don't have a problem at all.
Were you even scared? No.
- Hello.
Hey, man.
What's the matter? You sound like you just saw a clown.
Very funny.
Skeleton, actually.
- Like a real human skeleton? In the fun house.
What if the spirit isn't attached to a cursed object? - What if it's attached to remains? - Did bones give off EMF? - No, but-- We should check it out.
I'm heading to you.
What are you doing here, kid? - I was just sweeping.
- Bull.
And what were you talking about? Skeletons? What's EMF? Your blind-man hearing is out of control.
We're a tight group.
We don't like outsiders.
We take care of our own problems.
- We got a problem? - Well, you tell me.
You're the one talking about human bones.
- Do you believe in ghosts? - What? My brother and me, um we're writing a book about them.
- What took you so long? - Long story.
Mommy, look at the clown.
What clown? Come on, sweetie.
Come on.
I cannot believe you told Papazian about the homicidal phantom clown.
I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown.
- I never said it was real.
- Keep that down.
Oh, and get this: I mentioned the Bunker Brothers Circus in ‘81 and their, uh, evil-clown apocalypse.
- Guess what? - What? Before Mr.
Cooper owned Cooper Carnival he worked for Bunker Brothers.
He was their lot manager.
Whatever the spirit's attached to, Cooper brought it with him? Something like that.
I can't believe we keep talking about clowns.
Dean.
Wanna come in and play? Wanna see Mommy and Daddy? They're upstairs.
Hey! Hey! Sam, watch out! What's going on here? What are you doing to my daughter? - Get out! Get out of my house! - Mommy, Daddy, they shot my clown.
You really think they saw our plates? I don't wanna take the chance.
Besides, I hate this freaking thing anyway.
- Well, one thing's for sure.
- What's that? We're not dealing with a spirit.
That rock salt hit something solid.
Yeah.
A person? Or maybe a creature that can make itself invisible? And dresses up like a clown for kicks? - Did it says anything in Dad's journal? - Nope.
Who you calling? Maybe Ellen or that guy Ash will know something.
Hey, you think, uh--? You think Dad and Ellen ever had a thing? No way.
Then why didn't he tell us about her? I don't know.
Maybe they had some sort of falling out.
Yeah.
You ever notice Dad had a falling out with just about everybody? - Well, don't get all maudlin on the man.
- What do you mean? This strong, silent thing of yours.
It's crap.
I'm over it.
This isn't just anyone.
This is Dad.
I know how you felt about the man.
Back off, all right? Just because I'm not caring and sharing-- No, that's not what this is about.
I don't care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it, man.
I'm your brother.
I wanna make sure you're okay.
Dude, I'm okay.
I'm okay, okay? The next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches.
These are your issues.
Quit dumping them on me.
- What? - It's really interesting this obedience you have to Dad.
It's like, "Oh, what would Dad want?" You spent your life slugging it out with that man.
You picked a fight with him the last time you saw him.
Now that he's dead you wanna make it right? Sorry, but you can't.
It's too late.
- Why are you saying this to me? - I want you to be honest with yourself.
I'm dealing with Dad's death.
Are you? I'm gonna call Ellen.
Thanks a lot.
Rakshasa.
- What's that? - Ellen's best guess.
It's a race of ancient Hindu creatures.
They appear in human form.
They feed on human flesh.
They can make themselves invisible.
They cannot enter a home without first being invited.
So they dress up like clowns and the children invite them in.
- Why don't they munch on the kids? - Not enough meat, maybe? - What else you find out? - Apparently, rakshasas live in squalor.
They sleep on a bed of dead insects.
- Nice.
- And they have to feed a few times every 20 to 30 years.
- Slow metabolism, I guess.
- Makes sense.
I mean, the carnival today, the Bunker Brothers in ‘81.
Right.
Probably more before that.
Who do we know that worked both shows? - Cooper? - Cooper.
You know, that picture of his father, that looked just like him.
- You think maybe it was him? - Well, who knows how old he is.
Ellen say how to kill him? Legend goes, a dagger made of pure brass.
I think I know where to get one.
Before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we wanna make sure it's him.
Oh, you're such a stickler for detail, Sammy.
All right, I'll round up the blade.
You go check if Cooper's got bedbugs.
Well, I got all kinds of knives.
I don't know if I got a brass one, though.
What do you think you're doing? Check the trunk.
You? Me.
Jeez.
All right! Hey.
Hey.
So Cooper thinks I'm a peeping Tom, but it's not him.
Yeah, so I gathered.
It's the blind guy.
He's here somewhere.
- Did you get--? - The brass blades? No.
No, it's just been one of those days.
I got an idea.
Come on.
- Sam! - Dean! Dean, find the maze, okay? - Hey.
- Hey.
Where is it? I don't know.
Shouldn't we see his clothes walking around? Sam! - Dean, where his he? - I don't know.
Sam, behind you! Behind you! I hate fun houses.
You boys did a hell of a job.
Your dad would be proud.
Thanks.
Oh, yeah, um, I've gotta-- Uh-- Uh-- I gotta go over there.
Right now.
- So? Ahem - So? Am I gonna see you again? Do you want to? - I wouldn't hate it.
- Mm.
Can I be honest with you? See, normally, I'd be hitting on you so fast it would make your head spin.
But these days I don't know.
Wrong place wrong time? - Yeah.
- It's okay, I get it.
Where have you guys been? Been waiting for you.
We were working a job, Ash.
- Clowns? - Clowns? - What the--? - Got something for us, Ash? Did you find the demon? It's nowhere around.
At least, nowhere I can find.
But if this fugly bastard raises its head, I'll know.
I mean, I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie.
What do you mean? I mean, any of those signs or omens appear anywhere in the world my rig will go off.
Like a fire alarm.
Would you mind? - Yeah.
- What's up, man? Where did you learn to do all this? MIT.
Before I got bounced for fighting.
- MIT? - It's a school in Boston.
Okay.
Give us a call as soon as you know something? Si.
Si, compadre.
Hey, listen.
If you boys need a place to stay, I got a couple beds.
Thanks, but no.
No, there's something I gotta finish.
Okay.
You were right.
About what? About me and Dad.
I'm sorry that the last time I was with him, I tried to pick a fight.
I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him.
I mean, for all I know, he died thinking that I hate him.
So you're right.
What I'm doing right now, it is too little.
It's too late.
I miss him, man.
And I feel guilty as hell.
And I'm not all right.
Not at all.
But neither are you.
That much I know.
I'll let you get back to work.