Tyler Johnston: Matt Pike

Bugs

Matt Pike

Matt Pike: [on cell] Hello?
Sam Winchester: Matt, it's Sam!
Matt Pike: [freaked] Sam, my backyard's crawling with cockroaches!
Sam Winchester: Matt, just listen, you have to get your family out of that house, right now, okay?
Matt Pike: What, why?
Sam Winchester: Because something's coming.
Matt Pike: More bugs.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, a lot more.
Matt Pike: My Dad doesn't listen in the best of circumstances, what am I supposed to tell him?
Sam Winchester: You gotta *make* him listen, okay?
Dean Winchester: Gimme the phone, gimme the phone!
[Sam hands him the cell]
Dean Winchester: Matt! Under no circumstances are you to tell the truth, he'll just think you're nuts!
Matt Pike: But, but he's my...
Dean Winchester: Tell him you have a sharp pain in your right side and you gotta go to the hospital, okay?
Matt Pike: Yeah. Yeah, okay.
[hangs up]
Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Make him listen. What're you thinkin'?

[Matt brings them to a clearing in the woods; insects are heard all around]
Matt Pike: I've been keeping track of insect populations, it's um, part of an AP science class.
Dean Winchester: You two are like peas in a pod.
Sam Winchester: What's been happening?
Matt Pike: Well, a lot. I mean, from bees to earthworms, uh, beetles, you name it, it's like they're congregating here.
Dean Winchester: Why?
Matt Pike: I don't know.
[Sam notices a dark mound of earth at the other edge of the clearing]
Sam Winchester: What's that?
[they walk over to it; Dean taps it with a foot, a chunk collapses into a hole; Dean pokes around in it with a stick, hitting something hard]
Dean Winchester: There's something down there.
[he reaches in, trying to dislodge it]
Dean Winchester: Come on, come on...
[he unearths a human skull]

Sam Winchester: [about Lynda Bloome being killed by spiders] You tried to scare her with a spider.
Matt Pike: Wait, you think I had something to do with that?
Dean Winchester: You tell us.
Matt Pike: That tarantula was a *joke*. Anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack, or the gas company guy.
Sam Winchester: You know about those?
Matt Pike: There *is* somethin' goin' on here. I dunno what, but... something's happening with the insects. Lemme show you somethin'.
[they start walking through the woods]
Sam Winchester: So if you knew about all this bug stuff, why not tell your Dad? Maybe he could clear everybody out.
Matt Pike: Believe me I've tried, but uh, "Larry" doesn't listen to me.
Sam Winchester: Why not?
Matt Pike: Mostly? He's too disappointed in his freak son.

Larry Pike: Get off my property before I call the cops!
Sam Winchester: Mr. Pike, listen...
Matt Pike: Dad, they're just trying to help!
Larry Pike: [to Matt] Get in the house!
Matt Pike: Sorry, I... told him the truth.
Dean Winchester: We had a plan, Matt, what happened to the plan?
Sam Winchester: Look, it's twelve am. They are coming, any minute now. You need to get your family and *go*, before it's too late!
Larry Pike: [sarcastic] Oh yeah, you mean before the Biblical swarm.
Dean Winchester: Larry, what do you think really happened to that realtor? Huh? And the gas company guy. You don't think somethin' weird's goin' on around here?

Larry Pike: Look, I don't know who you are, but you're crazy. You come near my boy or my family again, we're gonna have a problem!
Dean Winchester: Well, I hate to be a downer, but we got a problem right now.
Matt Pike: Dad, they're right, okay? We're in danger!
Larry Pike: Matt, get inside, now!
Matt Pike: No! Why won't you listen to me?
Larry Pike: Because this is crazy, it doesn't make any sense!
Sam Winchester: Look! This land is *cursed*! People have *died* here! Now you're really gonna take that risk with your *family*?
Dean Winchester: Wait. Do you hear it?
[a buzzing noise]
Larry Pike: What the hell?
[the bug zapper starts crackling with insects]
Larry Pike: All right, it's time to go. Larry, get your wife.
[Larry starts for the door]
Matt Pike: Guys?
[a cloud of insects swarms over the tree-line]
Larry Pike: Oh my God...
Sam Winchester: We'll never make it.
Dean Winchester: Everybody in the house! Go!
[they run]