GREEN RIVER COUNTY DETENTION CENTER

Many men in orange jumpsuits are playing basketball, lifting weights and playing cards.

A man with a blowtorch is cutting open a cell. Two Workers are walking down hallway towards the man with blowtorch.

"Well this makes a lot of sense. First they close down the cellblock, and now they open it back up again? There's your tax dollars at work, huh?" Worker #1 Says

Worker #2 laughs.

"Here." Worker #1 Says And hands the flashlight he was carrying to Worker #2.You got that ready?""

Worker #1 grabs onto the cell door and pulls. Blowtorch uses a crowbar to help. The door creaks slightly, then pulls free. Worker #2 hands the flashlight back to Worker #1. Both Worker's shine flashlights on the back wall of the cell, which is cracked and appears to have dried blood on it.

"Yikes. Would've hate to have gotten thrown in here." Worker #1 Says As He breathes out, and his breath is eerily visible. He watches it float to the ceiling. Hey, you feel that, man?"

"Yeah" Worker #2 Says As The two pause and then turn, something seemingly having flown between them.Whoa!

Papers are shot into the air as something passes through the hall, and they flutter down to the ground.

"What was that?" Worker #3 Asks

Cut to another dark hallway, which fades into a cell. Randall is lying on the bottom bed of a bunk bed, reading. He flips a page and chuckles. Suddenly, the light above him flickers. He looks up at it, startled. The lights in the hallway start to flicker as well. Randall gets up and walks to his door, wrapping his fingers around the bars in his small window. The lights continue to flicker.

Cut To a clock, encased in bars, ticking away. The time reads 10 o'clock. The camera zooms in on the 4, where the second hand stops. The lights continue to flicker.

Cut To Randall's face, partly blocked by the bars. Suddenly something dark flashes by his cell. Randall steps back quickly from the window, making a startled noise. He slowly walks back up to the window and stares upwards.

"Hey!" Randall Says

Cut To the security camera.

"Guard! Hey!" Randall Says

Cut To the security monitors in the guard station, one on the top left displaying Randall's cell. The picture is flickering, and it's the only one that does. The camera pans to a Guard, who has a clipboard on his lap and is studying it while eating a sandwich. He looks up.

Cut To the monitor displaying Randall, who is yelling and waving from his cell. Camera cuts to a full screen view of the Guard and monitors. He puts his clipboard down and leans over, pushing a button. Immediately Randall's voice is heard, very scratchy.

"Come on, damn it! Hey! Guard! Come here! Hey!" Randall Says As The Guard sighs and leans back, pulling his walkie to his mouth.

"Going down to B-Block. Randall again..." The Guard Says

"Copy that." Voice On Radio Says

The Guard stands and walks to the door.

Cut to Randall still looking up and yelling.

"Hey!" Says

"Shut up already." Prisoner 1 Says

"Guard, hey!" Randall Says

"Come on, Randall, I'm trying to sleep." Prisoner 2 Says

"You telling me you didn't see that? What, are you blind? Hey!" Randall Says

Cut To The window from his point of view. A baton slams against the bars and Guard appears after it.

"Randall, cool it." The Guard Says

"Cool it my ass, man – there's somebody out there." Randall Says

"Randall, turn out your light and go to sleep. I'm not going to say it again." The Guard Says

Randall turns slowly and starts walking back to his bed. There is a shot of the Guard's face. Randall lies down and turns out his light.

Cut To The Guard standing at the end of the hall.

"Lights out, B-Block." The Guard Says

"Copy that, lights out." Voice On Radio

The lights shut off. The Guard is walking down the hallway, his back to the camera, when someone with long white hair appears behind him. He turns around and sees no one. He continues walking, then hears a noise and turns again. He stops half way through the door, and stares into the darkness. Suddenly the door slams down on his arm. The Guard screams in pain. The prisoners yell. The Guard looks up from his arm, his lips bleeding, and stares at the camera's viewpoint in terror.

"No...no...No! No! Nooo! No! No! Nooo! Aah! Nooooo!" The Guard Says

Cut Randall's hallway and a close up of Randall's face through the bars, his eyes wide, as the Guard continues to scream.

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MUSEUM

The camera pans over the sign to reveal a darkened hallway with various pieces of art displayed. The door at the end of the hallway opens.

Three months later.

Sam and Dean walk in through the door, Dean holding a map and flashlight, Sam holding just a flashlight. Dean looks at the map.

"This way." Dean Says As They walk down the hallway.

"I hate this plan, Dean." Sam Says

"Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it." Dean says, They turn a corner, walking side by side. They pass a motion sensor on the wall at mid-calf height. The light on the motion sensor turns red as they keep walking.

Cut To Sam's hands, undoing the lock on a glass exhibition case. The camera pans up to his face as he carefully takes a decorated axe from the case. Dean is holding a hooked dagger from another case. Sam turns the axe around in his hands. There is a noise off screen, and Sam looks up. Dean looks back at Sam. Sam inclines his head and they put down the weapons and leave.

In the hallway. Sam and Dean leave the room and walk quickly towards the exit. They turn a corner and are met by two policemen.

"Freeze!" Cop 1# Says As They turn back the other way, but two more policemen block their path.

"Don't move!" Cop #2 Says As They go down the last hallway open to them, and there is yet another pair of cops standing there.

"I said freeze!" Cop#1 Says

"Hold it right there!" Cop #2

"Put your hands on you heads! Get down on your knees! Now!" Cop#1 Says , Sam and Dean comply, kneeling down. Two of the cops walk closer and handcuff them. The camera pans in on Dean's face, then Sam's, then returns to Dean . Dean smiles slightly and looks at Sam. Sam doesn't look as pleased and heaves a worried sigh.

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POLICE STATION

SAM is standing in front of a mug shot board holding a sign that says:

81A3826
LITTLE ROCK
CITY POLICE
LITTLE ROCK AR.

He reaches about 6'5 on the board.

"Front."The Photographer Says

The camera clicks, and Sam's picture turns black and white.

"To the right." The Photographer Says

The camera clicks again, and Sam is now facing his right, looking broody.

Cut to Dean standing where Sam was, holding a similar sign.

81A3827
LITTLE ROCK
CITY POLICE
LITTLE ROCK AR.

He reaches just under 6'3 and is grinning.

"I call this one the Blue Steel." Dean says He purses his lips, arches his right eyebrow, and mugs for the camera.

"Yeah, that's right." The Photographer Says, The camera clicks and the picture changes to black and white as Sam's did.

"To the right." The Photographer Says As The camera clicks again, and Dean's faces the right.

"All right, back to the lineup." The Photographer Says

"Wait, who looks better, me or Nick Nolte?" Dean Asks

"Shut up." The Photographer Says , In an interrogation room in which Dean is sitting. The door opens and two men enter. One is Agent Henriksen.

"Well, it's about time. I'll have a cheeseburger. Extra onions." Dean Says As Henriksen smiles at the other cop and the other cop smirks.

"You think you're funny." Henriksen Says

"I think I'm adorable." Dean Says As He smiles widely.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean. On hearing this, Dean's smile freezes. I'm Special Agent Victor Henriksen. This is my partner, Special Agent Reidy." Henriksen Says

"Henriksen? Not the Milwaukee agent Henriksen?" Dean Asks

"Live and in person." Henriksen Says

Dean gives a short laugh. Henriksen pulls out a picture of Dean looking over his shoulder,from "Channel 8", Milwaukee,

"Oh, nice shot. He tosses the picture onto the table, You can hang that up in your cell at Super Max." Henriksen Says

"All right, maybe we can just forget the cheeseburger, huh?" Dean Says

"Oh, yeah. Keep that game face on. Try and cover how up cornered you are. Read him the charges." Henriksen Says

"Well, we got mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration..." Reidy Says

"Skip to the good ones." Henriksen Says

"Armed robbery, kidnapping and, oh, three counts of first-degree murder." Reidy Says

"And after Milwaukee your brother is now a suspect in a murder case himself. I'd say for you two, "screwed to hell" is a major understatement." Henriksen Says

"Well, where there's life there's hope, huh?" Dean Says

"See? That's what I kept thinking as I was searching for your asses all over hell and gone. He leans forward on the table, speaking softly. Your dad taught you well. The way you cover your tracks and after Milwaukee the way you He whistles and moves his hand to the side, mimicking disappearing vanished. Dean laughs softly, Near went nuts trying to find you. Ask him.

"He near went nuts." Reidy Says

"And after all of that, you get tripped up on a motion detector. Pretty rookie move. Gotta say I was... surprised." Henriksen Says As Dean smiles

Dean is staring at the table when the door beside him opens. He looks at it, as does Henriksen and Reidy. In walks Public Defender Mara Daniels.

"Dean Winchester?" Mara Asks

"In the flesh." Dean Says

"And you are?" Henriksen Asks

"Mara Daniels, Public Defender's office. She shakes hands with Dean.I've been assigned you and your brother's case." Mara Says

"Huh." Dean says

"Are you Henriksen?" Mara Asks

"Yeah, and we're not quite done here." Henriksen Says

"Ah, yeah. You are. And if you don't mind, I would like to meet with my clients. Privately." Mara Says
As Dean raises his eyebrows and smiles at Henriksen

Cut Mara, Sam and Dean sitting in the same room. Mara opens her suitcase. Unfortunately your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won't be until Tuesday.

"And they'll keep us in the county jail?" Dean Asks

"That's right." Mara Says

"Green River County Detention Center?" Sam Asks

"Yes. And considering the charges you're facing, no judge in his right mind is going to grant you bail." Mara Says As Sam Scoffs

"Yeah, we figured that." Dean Says

"Extradition papers have already been filed from five separate states, Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest concern – the bank robbery and the murder raps." Mara Says

"How long can we stall extradition?" Sam Asks

"A week. Maybe less." Mara Says As Dean nods and Sam raises his eyebrows at his brother.

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GREEN RIVER COUNTY DETENTION CENTER

Rear bus doors open, revealing a shackled man, who gets out. Following him is DEAN, holding the chains attached to his wrists and feet. SAM follows.

"All right, let's go. Watch your step. Come on, keep moving." The Guard Says As The prisoners walk past the front of the bus in a line and along the rec yard from earlier. Prisoners line up against the fence and catcall at the new convicts. One of them points at Sam.

"You're mine, baby!" The Prisoner Says

"Don't worry, Sam. I promise I won't trade you for smokes." Dean Says

The new prisoners, flanked by two guards and each carrying blankets and a roll of toilet paper, walk down the hallway in a line. One of the guards unlocks a cell door. The first prisoner in line and Dean enter the cell.

"I call top bunk!" Dean Says, His roommate scoffs and places his things on the top bunk, Okay."

Dean turns and watches Sam walk into the cell across the hallway from his.

Sam nods to his very large roommate, who stands slowly and glares at him. Sam's eyes widen, he swallows, and turns around. The cell doors close on him and Dean as they stare at each other.

Cut To A cell block hallway. The prisoners are lined up to be frisked by a guard, and scanned with a metal-detecting rod by another. Dean and Sam are well down the line.

"My roommate doesn't say much – how's yours?" Dean Asks

"Just keeps staring at me... in a way that makes me ... really uneasy." Sam Says

"It sounds like you're making new friends." Dean Says

"Dean. This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done. And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy." Sam Says

"Calm down. It's all part of the plan." Dean Says

"Oh really? So Henriksen showing up was part of the plan?" Sam Asks

"Yeah, that guy moves a little faster than I thought. Look, all we gotta do is find this ghost, put the sucker down... then grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos." Dean Says

"That's not funny. Dean, what about this escape plan? It –" Sam Says

"It's 100 percent sure. I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't. I mean, come on, man, this place has all the signs of a haunting. Innocent people are dead. Four so far." Dean Says

"Yeah, innocent." Sam Says

"You from Texas all of a sudden? Just because these people are in jail, doesn't mean they deserve to die. If we don't stop this thing, people are going to continue to die. We do this job wherever it takes us." Dean Says

"Look, Dean, just be straight with me, all right? You're doing this for Deacon." Sam Says

"Damn right." Dean says

"Well, you barely even know the guy." Sam Says

"We know he was in the Corps with Dad. We know he saved Dad's life. We know we owe him." Dean Says

"But don't you think he's asking a little much?" Sam Asks

"It doesn't matter. We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts. Now, that means something to me, and it ought to you. I'm not thrilled about this either, man, but Deacon asked us to hunt this thing down, and that's exactly what we're going to do." Dean Says

In The Cafeteria, Sam is looking at spaghetti on his fork and sniffing at it disdainfully. He and Dean are eating at a table.

"You know, this chicken isn't half bad." Dean Says

"Great." Sam Says As He puts down his fork and slides his plate towards Dean, Finish mine. All right, so let's go back over this, Dean."

Dean stabs Sam's chicken with a fork and moves it to his own plate.

"Spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?" Sam Asks

"Yeah, psycho killer extraordinaire – Satanism, ritual murderer, died in jail." Dean Says

"You sure it's him?" Sam Asks

"Pretty sure." Dean Says

"Dean, considering our circumstances, I'm gonna need a little bit better than "pretty sure." Sam Says

"Really pretty sure. Moody died of a heart attack, which is what all the victims in here are dying of. He died in the old cell block, which they closed after he croaked, 30 years ago. They just opened that back up. That's when the killings started." Dean Says

"So you think his spirit was released somehow?" Sam Asks

"Mm-hmm." Dean says

"But what if he was already cremated?" Sam Says

"I'm guessing there's something in the old block that's keeping him around. And whatever it is, we got to find it. And, uh, you know the rest. Dean puts down his fork.I'm done." He Says Then he gets up and walks away, Sam following. Sam bumps heavily into a Tattooed Prisoner.

"Sorry. I –" Sam Says

"Watch where you're going." Tattooed Prisoner Says

"Yeah. Sure. I just –" Sam Says As Dean walks over to the Tattooed Prisoner

"He said he was sorry." Dean Says

"Dean..." Sam Says

"You talking to me?, Dean stares at him. Are you talking to me?" Tattooed Prisoner Asks

"Great, another guy who's seen "Taxi Driver" too many times. Yeah, I'm talking to you. Trust me. Let it go." Dean Says As The Tattooed Prisoner walks away and Dean turns to Sam

"Dean, come on." Sam Says

"See, that's how you got to talk to these guys. He winks.Instant respect." Dean Says, The Tattooed Prisoner is talking to a Very Large Prisoner, who is sitting at a table nearby. The Very Large Prisoner gets up.

"You were saying?" Sam Says As The Very Large Prisoner is following the Tattooed Prisoner towards Dean as other prisoners look on.

"Oh, great." Dean Says Then The Tattooed Prisoner throws a punch at Dean. He then catches him and holds him from behind. We can end this right now – no harm, no foul."

The Tattooed Prisoner breaks Dean's hold. Dean grabs him again and slams him against a wall. The Tattooed Prisoner steps on Dean's foot. Dean steps back and kicks the Tattooed Prisoner in the groin and then sends him flying backwards to the ground with another kick.

"That's enough!" The Warden Says As They he and a Guard walk up.

"On your feet, Lucas." The Warden Says

"Yes, sir, boss." Lucas Says As The Warden takes out his baton and holds it under Dean's chin.

"What's your name?" The Warden Asks

"Winchester." Dean Says

"Well, Winchester ... not a good start. Solitary,You too, Lucas." The Warden Says Then Guards grab Lucas and Dean.

"Yes, sir." Lucas Says

He Says to Sam, over the shoulder of the guard holding him and escorting him out, "Are we having fun yet, huh?" Dean Says

The Very Large Prisoner points at Sam, then makes a slicing motion across his neck. Sam sighs.

Cut To a cell block hallway, then to a cell in which Dean is sitting, leaning against a wall.

"I wish I had a baseball." Dean Says , Then Lucas looks through the small window-slit in the door of his cell, across the hallway from Dean's cell.

"What? What'd you say?" Lucas Asks

"I said, "I wish I had a baseball." Dean Says As He moves so he can look through his own window-slit.
,You know, like ... Steve McQueen."

"Yeah? Well, I wish I had a bat -- so I could bash your frickin' head in." Lucas Says

"Okay." Dean Says Then He goes back to leaning against the wall. Well, so much for the bonding in solitary moment."

The lights flicker and Dean's breath becomes visible.

"Oh, crap." Dean Says As He looks through the cellroom slit and sees a clock in the hallway, which reads 8:30. The second hand is just past the 4 and is not moving. The lights are flickering with a static-y sound, Lucas listen to me. Stay very still."

Lucas looks through his window-slit. There is a whooshing sound and two narrowed eyes look back at him, framed in the slit. Lucas gasps and backs up in alarm. A hand grabs him from behind and turns his face around. We see a close-up of the narrowed eyes. Lucas grimaces, then screams, as dark veins pop out on and spread across his face. Dean is looking though his own narrow slit, though he probably can't see what is happening in Lucas's cell.