CONTINUED: THE WINCHESTERS “PILOT” NETWORK THIRD DRAFT 12/14/21 18. The store is closed but we see a back light on inside. INT. RARE BOOK EMPORIUM - NIGHT ADA, 40s, African-American, owner of the shop, reads through an ancient text in a back office. A noise pulls her out of her reading. She looks up. Nothing but long shadows. Ada goes back to her reading. Until... another noise. Ada looks up. The long shadows are moving toward her now. Ada races out of her office, SLAMS the door and bolts for the front counter. She grabs the phone. But doesn’t dial 911. ADA (into phone) Samuel Winchester’s room, now -- (listening) What do you mean there’s no -- (panicked, remembering) No wait, that’s not, his room is under the name -- She searches the front counter desperately looking for something. She looks up. The shadows creep under the door crack, headed right for her. Ada hangs up the phone and grabs a knife. She holds the blade over her palm, both hands SHAKING. She’s clearly read all about this... but never done it herself. The shadows get closer to her. No more time for doubt. Hand still shaking, Ada finally cuts her hand, then uses her blood to paint something on the desk. Ada paints faster, but the shadows are everywhere. Soon, the room is consumed in darkness. Ada SCREAMS and we SMASH TO: EXT. RARE BOOK EMPORIUM - NIGHT As in our opening, RED LIGHT FLASHES OUT of the building -- BLACKOUT.
END OF ACT ONE
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