Cas & Dylan Page #4

Oh yeah. Mm. Thank you.

Mmm this is good!

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

So um... What's

uh, what's all of that?

- What? Oh, nothing.

- You know I hear

Hemingway's office looked

a lot like that. You

know if you're writing

something and you're

stuck. I truly believe the

best way to get unstuck

is to just talk it out. I

would be happy to spitball

with you if you'd like.

- No thank you.

- All right. Suit

yourself. This is amazing

by the way. I mean, I've

had pasta sauce before,

like a lot. I mean, there

was this six month period

where you might say I

lived on it exclusively.

No pasta. Just sauce. And

this is by far the best

sauce I've ever tasted.

- Thank you.

- What's in it?

- It's a secret recipe.

- You're very

secretive, you know that?

- Mmmm. There we go.

- No. Hey, I'm not

finished with it. All

right fine, thanks.

Well, thank you for

the lovely supper, and

even lovelier company. You

were super fun. Night Cas.

- Night.

Hi.

- Are you

gonna kill yourself?

- What?

- I'm not judging or

anything. It's fine if you are.

- Unbelievable.

- Just be good to

know. Just don't want to

be in the car when you're

soaring off the cliff is all.

- Dylan, uh, I've decided

to leave you some money.

- Really? What for?

- So you can get

anywhere away from here.

And also away from me.

- We already

discussed this, Cas. You

saw that news report, if

Bobby's dead, which he is,

and I get caught. That's

really gonna suck for you.

Besides you need me.

- You think so?

- Yeah. I've been

thinking about it all

morning. I'm going

to help you write it.

- What?

- Your note. It's

obvious that you're

suffering from some

serious block and uh, I'm

a wordsmith. It's a gift.

It's about time I start

giving it back.

- You're talking about--

- Your poorly

composed suicide note.

(chuckles)

- First of all I, I uh,

I prefer the

phrase "legacy" note.

- Yeah,

that's delightful.

- And secondly, I've

decided not to write it.

So, unfortunately, your

talents are no longer required.

- No. You have

to write a note, Cas.

Everybody writes a note.

You can't commit suicide

without a suicide note.

I've already got

some great ideas for the first

act, Cas. Um, you ever see

"Leaving Las Vegas"?...

- Paying customer.

With a big dick.

- Hello.

- Sorry, friend. I

didn't realize you were

still, uh, here. Uh, look

I'm just a couple doors

down. You mind giving me

a head's up when you're

done. I wouldn't mind

gettin' in on some of the

action, if you know what

I'm saying. (chuckles)

That's a big stack.

Mind telling me

if she's worth it?

Well, you're impolite.

- Dylan?

- I was thinking

we frame it in a sort of

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