How i Died S1 E13: The Quickening

Transcript: How i Died S1 E13: The Quickening

This transcript is adapted from the episode’s original script, so the final audio may differ slightly.

[Click]

Jon: This is doctor Jonathan Spacer’s official audio log on the case of mishandled evidence, obstruction of justice and potential scandal in Springfield. It was not my intention upon arrival to delve into the city records, however when attempting to look at some past case flies, I stumbled upon some concerning information. Springfield Hospital records indicate autopsies and case files being closed on cases between 2012 and 2015, despite the fact that there was no coroner working in the hospital at the time. Someone was signing off on these documents. Additionally, I’ve noted numerous missing case fillie files around the year of 1989. Upon further investigation, I learned of a company called the Springfield Corporation, which, following an accident leading to multiple deaths in 1989, quickly closed up business and left the city. Since then, there has been an increase in unsolved deaths by over three hundred percent. Since learning of these events, I’ve noted multiple additional missing case files, and even mixing bodies. When speaking to official Springfield law enforcement annoy my findings, I was met with not only hostility, but also an aversion to talking about the increase in deaths. It is my belief that someone, or potentially the entire town itself, does not want the Springfield Corporation and it’s affects on the town brought to light. I plan to launch a full investigation into case files between the years of 1989 and 2015. My investigation, along with these audio logs, will be submitted to the federal bureau of investigations for further review on the mishandling of evidence and potential cover up, hopefully leading to the injunction of the Springfield County Hospital and sheriff’s department.

[Mic click]

Jon: I’m sorry, Crowley. It’s not just about you. Something bigger is going on around here.

[Pa buzz]

Woman Over Pa: Paging doctor Spacer to the ER. Repeat, paging doctor Spacer to the ER.

[Jon walks out and enters the elevator while talking.]

Jon: Welp. Seems that I’m not getting any old cases solved today. I wonder what poor soul died in the ER today.

[Door opens]

Jon: m haven’t heard from her in a few days… Or was it a week? Either way.

Man: Uhh. Sorry. I’ll get the next elevator.

[Door closes]

Jon: Second note to self: Stop recording in public spaces, and delete personal notes off any old recordings.

[Door opens. Jon walks into the er.]

Male Doctor: There you are.

Jon: Got something for me?

Male Doctor: I wouldn’t say it so cheerfully… You death doctors are a strange bunch.

Jon: Hmm. Where is the body then?

Md: I would’ve had someone bring her down to you, but I figured you’d want to see this…

[Curtain is moved back]

Jon: Damn… Her body is dried out… Barely any water or blood. Look at her skin.

Md: I know…

Jon: That was for my notes. I’ve seen something like this before. Do you have her chart?

Md: Yep. I hate to say it, but… Do you mind moving her? She’s freaking some of the patients out with the curtain open.

Jon: Of course.

[Walking and wheeling]

Jon: Deceased was Becca Camden, aged 23. Entered the ER complaining of dehydration, which led to a seizure. She wouldn’t retain any fluid before she died…

Becca: Please… Help! You. Anyone?

Jon: (quietly) Becca?

Becca: You can see me?

Jon: (quietly) Yes. Follow me. We’ll go down to the morgue where we can talk in private.

Becca: You have to tell them, though.

[Elevator door opens. They get in and it closes.]

Jon: Tell who what?

Becca: I was kidnapped.

Jon: Kidnapped? You mean someone did this to you?

Becca: Yes! I tried telling the doctors when I was passing out… Or at least… I think I tried. I can’t remember. They thought I was hallucinating.

[Door opens. They wheel out toward the morgue.]

Jon: Do you know who kidnapped you? I’ve seen this happen to another victim, but I have no idea if they’re related.

Becca: I don’t know. They grabbed me from behind, and next thing I knew… I was strapped to a table and I could practically feel my blood boiling.

Jon: Blood boiling…

Becca: And then I woke up again upstairs. That’s all I remember.

Jon: Jesus… Here, come in. Let’s see if we can figure out anything.

[Door opens. They wheel in. Door closes.]

Curtis: (in room) Hello Doctor Spacer.

Becca: Who is that?

Jon: Shit. Get the hell out of here, Curtis.

Curtis: Come in. Let’s talk.

Jon: Piss off. I’m leaving.

Curtis: Eh, eh. Not so fast…

Becca: He’s got a gun.

Jon: I see it.

Curtis: Oh, this? I don’t plan on using it. It’s just to help you finally open up like I’ve been asking you nicely all along.

Jon: What do you want me to answer?

Curtis: I just want to know the truth.

Jon: That’s not really a question.

Curtis: Step away from the door, doctor. Wheel all the way in. (Pause) Perfect. Thanks. Whose on the gurney? She looks disgusting.

Becca: Screw you, asshole.

Jon: Her name was Becca Thomas.

Curtis: Was? Is she gone?

Jon: Yes. She’s dead.

Curtis: You know what I mean. Is she here?

Jon: Curtis, I’ve told you. There isn’t anything else going on. You had a near death hallucination.

Curtis: DON’T! Don’t you – I know what I was.

Jon: It was a fake vision. That’s it.

Curtis: Shut up. Shut up.

Jon: Caused by a rush of seratonin to your brain and –

Curtis: Shut up!

[Gun cocks]

Curtis: You need to start telling me what’s going on here.

Becca: Oh god! He’s going to kill you, too.

Curtis: What? What’s that look for?

Jon: (hesitantly) Is he the killer?

Curits: I don’t want to do anything you don’t make me do.

Jon: Not… Not you.

Curtis: What?

Jon: Is he the killer or not?

Curtis: I knew it. I was right!

Jon: Becca!

Becca: No. I don’t… I don’t know.

Curtis: She’s here, isn’t she? You’re talking to her.

Jon: Curtis, please. We can talk this out. You don’t need the gun.

Curtis: Liar! You won’t talk to me without it. I’ve tried.

Jon: Yes, I will. I promise. Just put it down.

Curtis: Back up.

Jon: Just put it on the table and let’s talk.

Curtis: I said back up!

Jon: Okay, okay.

Becca: Don’t provoke him. What if he kills you?

Curtis: Put your hands on the table. Right now. Do it.

Jon: Fine.

Curtis: Don’t take them off. I don’t want to see you move.

Jon: I won’t. Now let’s just talk.

Curtis: And you – you swear you’ll tell me the truth.

Becca: Just tell him whatever he wants to hear!

Jon: I will tell you the truth, but you might not like it.

Curtis: I’ll decide that. I’m im charge.

Jon: You’re in charge. I know.

Curtis: Good. Good. Good. She’s here, isn’t she?

Jon: Who?

Curtis: The ghost! Becca. You said her name.

Jon: Her body is right there, yes.

Curtis: Don’t mess with me. You said her name. You were talkong to her.

Jon: Okay.

Curtis: Okay?! What the hell does that mean? Is she here.

Becca: I’m here! I’m here, please stop!

Jon: She’s here.

Curtis: As a ghost…

Jon: Yes.

Curtis: I knew it. I was right. Right?

Jon: You were.

Curtis: And I saw you when I died. You saw me.

Jon: I did.

Curtis: Then… That means ghosts are real? And you can talk to them?

Jon: Yes.

Curtis: How? Tell me!

Jon: I don’t know how.

Curtis: Liar! How did you do it? Stop making me drag it out of you or I swear to god I’ll shoot.

Jon: I really don’t know. I’m sorry. I wish I did… It’s just always been like this, ever since I was a kid.

Curtis: Who else knows?

Jon: Almost no one. My mom died when I was young, butI still saw her. After my dad went to prison, I stayed with my grandparents until… Well, you can imagine. And my therapist at the time knows that I THINK I can see ghosts, but I doubt she believed a twelve year old kid.

Becca: Jon…

Curtis: Why were you hiding it from me? We could have shared something special.

Jon: I’m sorry. I was worried. It’s not an easy thing to share.

Becca: Jon! Don’t look, but there’s a scalpel on the table near your hand…

Jon: I know.

Curtis: Know what? You were talking to her, weren’t you?

Jon: I was. Becca is here. She said she’s glad you know now.

Curtis: Why?

Jon: Well, it’s incredibly lonely to be dead. She’s glad she has another person who knows she’s around.

Curtis: Can she… Move something? Or haunt something?

Jon: Absolutely. Ghosts are powerful entities. Becca, do you mind showing Curtis your presence?

Becca: I can’t do that…

Jon: It’s alright, Becca. I think he can handle it.

Curtis: Yeah! Yeah I can. Where are you? Becca where are you?

Jon: She’s coming closer to you. Can you feel her?

Becca: I’m not…

Jon: She’s right behind you.

Curtis: Where?!

[Quiet scraping metal sound as Jon picks up the scalpel.]

Curtis: She’s right there, right? I can feel it.

Jon: She’s floating around.

Curtis: Tell her to stay still.

Becca: This is absurd. He’s holding a gun!

Jon: She can hear you – You just can’t hear her.

Curtis: Becca! Stay still. I want to see you haunt something.

Jon: Really? You can do that, Becca?

Curtis: Do what? Do what?!

Jon: She’s going to try to make her body levitate.

Curtis: Let’s see it.

[Footsteps of curtis walking closer to Jon.]

Becca: Jon… I don’t think this is a good idea any more. I shouldn’t have pointed out the knife.

Jon: Ready?

Becca: Please don’t do this!

Curtis: Ready.

Becca: (yelling) Jon!

[Table being shoved and knocked over. Slight scuffle. A gurgling, choking sound. Gunshot. Mic hitting the ground and]

[Buzzing over silence. Static]

[(prolongued silence then sound through the static:)]

[Alarm going off on the intercom]

Male Voice Over Intercom: Code Silver and rapid response team to basement level two, alert number one. Code silver and rapid response team, basement level two.

[Scrambling sounds in the distance. Alarm still sounding]

Male Voice Over Intercom: Code Silver and rapid response team to basement level two, alert number two.

[Door busts open and scrambling sounds. Movement.]

Staff: I’ve got a bleeder over here. I need packing now.

Staff 2: I need the gunshot victim up to the ER immediately. Move, move.

[Mic (and Jon) are lifted onto a gurney and wheeled away. The]

[Siren and static fades out.]

[Monitor beeping into failure]

Amelia: (in distance) Damnit. Damnit! That’s Jon. I need someone else to take over here. I can’t-

Male Nurse: Doctor Gatz, you have to.

[Sound: static. Then monitor beeping quickly.]

Amelia: I need twenty milliliters o-neg and packing, now. Somebody get me some tools. NOW!

[Static. Then squishing sounds. Monitor flatlining.]

Amelia: Damnit, where’s the bullet? Where is it?!

[Static. Rythmic beeping]

Amelia: Can you hear me? Hey… Open your eyes. Jon? Jon! Do not die on me yet.

Jon: (faintly) Wha…

Amelia: Oh thank god. Jon, you were shot.

Sheriff: He’s up? Jon. Welcome back.

Jon: Becca…

Sheriff: Jon, listen. I need to know what happened down there, and I need to know quickly. What did you do?

[Ethereal sound]

Curtis: Yeah, Jon. Why don’t you tell her what happened…

Curtis: You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you? Nah. I think you and I will be spending a lotttt of time together soon.

[Monitor beeping. Click. (outro music)]