Supernatural Page #2

LUIS:

What are you, a communist? Who

doesn’t like Halloween?

Sam doesn’t respond... but something flits across his

expression, that the others don’t notice.

INT. THE 901 CLUB - NIGHT

Scruffy hang-out. Halloween party. George W. Bush throws

back shots with Bill Clinton and Dracula.

6.

Jessica sits at a tall, round table. Watching Sam and Luis

play darts. Sam THROWS-

JESSICA:

...but Sam, I think it’s crazy.

Luis, tell him he’s crazy.

LUIS:

You’re crazy.

Thwak. Thwak. Thwak. THREE DARTS pierce a DART BOARD.

Dead bulls-eyes, crowding the tiny center.

LUIS:

(dismay at the game)

Dude...

SAM:

I don’t see what the big deal is.

JESSICA:

It’s Thanksgiving. I mean, is

there any holiday you don’t have a

problem with? Why would you work

through Thanksgiving?

SAM:

(playful)

Hmm. Let’s see. Oh yeah-- mycrushing loan debt.

JESSICA:

Ha, ha.

Luis throws his darts. Shitty.

LUIS:

Dammit!

SAM:

Seriously, if I don’t catch up and

clerk my ass off, Judge Carlton’s

gonna slaughter me. And there’s

about twenty other students just

dying to take my place.

JESSICA:

Even he takes off Thanksgiving...

SAM:

It’s not like I have any big plans

or anything.

7.

JESSICA:

(gingerly)

You could always... go home.

SAM:

Yeah, no, that would be a tiny

bit... excruciating.

Sam’s turn again. Another three bulls-eyes. Luis GROANS.

JESSICA:

Why? What is so terrible about

your family?

There’s ground here that Sam doesn’t care to tread. So, as

usual, he turns it into a joke.

SAM:

Nothing. We were just like the

Huxtables. Only with a lot more

shouting and browbeating.

LUIS:

You know, I hear that in real life,

Bill Cosby’s a totally harsh guy.

SAM:

See? There you go.

JESSICA:

Okay, I get it, you never talk

about ‘em, no reason to start now.

LUIS:

Must be some serious skeletons in

that family closet.

SAM:

(beat)

Throw your darts.

JESSICA:

It’s just... you work so hard, I

mean, even getting you out

tonight... and now you’re gonna

spend Thanksgiving, alone, wading

through bench memos? It makes me

kinda sad.

Sam moves close to her. Puts his arms on her shoulders.

Sincere and sweet.

8.

SAM:

Don’t be. Jess, I’m happy. The

happiest I’ve been since... well,

forever. Trust me on this.

Sam’s turn at the dart board again. He begins to throw.

Jessica takes a beat, and then--

JESSICA:

Well. There is another option, of

course.

SAM:

What’s that?

JESSICA:

You could... come home. With me.

Sam turns to Jessica, surprised and pleased. Meanwhile, Sam

just threw yet another triple bulls-eye.

LUIS:

Dude! You’re like Rain Man!

SAM:

(moving back to Jessica)

Really? You sure I’m ready for

family consumption?

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